there is another way but you'd have to wear a strap style trap harness not a nappy style.
The scene is set, a dark night, cold wind blowing, campfire flickering, stars twinkling in the dark sky.
Three cat sailors sitting on the beach by a campfire, one from Australia, one from South Ifrika and one from New Zulland. Each embroiled in the bravado for which they are famous. The night of tales begins...
Kiven the Kiwi says, "I must be the meanest, toughest, sailor there es. Why, jist the other day I cipsized in a lake and scared a crocodeale, he came out of the lake and ate sux min who were sailing close by. I grebbed the crocodeale and wristled him to du ground and killed em with my beer hends"
Alan from South Africa who typically can't stand to be bettered said, "Well you guys, I pulled up on a beach orfter a 200 mile race and a Namibian snike slid out from under a rock and made a move on me. I grebbed de borsted with me bare hinds and beet it's head off ind then sucked the poison from it's body down in one gulp. End I'm still here today"
Terry, the Aussie remained silent, slowly poking the fire with his penis.