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To: "Gary Palmer" <gpalmer@FreeBSD.ORG>
cc: Nate Williams <nate@sri.MT.net>, freebsd-chat@FreeBSD.ORG
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Date: Wed, 03 Apr 1996 22:02:37 -0800
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From: "Jordan K. Hubbard" <jkh@time.cdrom.com>
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And, I might also add, favored by rock stars for the round, full
appearance it gives to said equipment when worn under spandex pants.
Doesn't hurt to protect the old family jewels from thrown beer
bottles, either, which is probably where the whole idea started.
History is somewhat vague on this, but I'll bet if you could have been
a fly on the wall of the Hammersmith Odeon you'd have heard a
conversation something like this one:

Mick:  "'ey, Keith, sum bastard got me right in the goolies with a feckin'
	'einiken bottle during that last number!  Wott wankahs these
	fans are!  It's been over an 'our and it still 'urts like 'ell!"

Keith [downs a quart bottle of Wild Turkey in one gulp and wipes his lips]
"Ah mate, y've not 'eard o codpieces then?  I likes me own so much I
even wears it in the shower now!"

Mick:  "Codpiece?  Wot the 'ecks a codpiece?"

Keith: "'ere mate, look.." [opens a book and holds it up] "Codpiece (n)
A bag covering the male genitals, attached to breeches.."

Mick:  "Geer!  Let's 'ave one of those then!"

Keith: "Sure mate, oi've got a couple of me old ones 'ere in a box
somewhere..  Let's see..  Ah, 'ere we go!  Lookit this - a purple one!
With spikes even!  Keeps them girls from getting too fresh, ya know?
Should be especially 'elpful in your case, mate.."

Mick [trying it on]: "Oy!  This is fookin' brilliant!  And it makes me
look, well, bigger somehow!  Will ya look at this, it's like I'm
wearin' a pumpkin in me trousers!"

Keith:  "That's the idea, mate, that's the idea.."

Mick [sauntering off proudly] "'ey, Lads!  Will ya look at this then!
I've got a fookin' suit of armor for me willy!"

Sadly, such a conversation, if it indeed took place, is lost forever
in the mists of rock history.

					Jordan

> > > [Nate wonders what a codpiece is]
> > > First of all, you need to tell me what a codpiece is..
> >
> > [Jordan hasn't the heart..]
> > I haven't the, erm, heart to explain this to Nate.  Anyone
> > else here braver than I?
>
> [Gary consults Webster's ]
>
> codpiece, noun, a bag covering the male genitals, attached to
> breeches: worn in the 15th and 16th centuries [C15: from COD(2) +
> PIECE]
> 
> Better now? :-_
> 
> Gary