A condom implies certain "manly" abilities.

When I was in college I worked summers for a construction company pouring concrete. As a laborer and college student I had to work especially hard to be accepted by the regulars, and once got chewed out.

I had called a new foreman who was unsure of himself and unfit a name after he had damned with faint praise what I was doing.

Old wierd Harold had worked for the company for 20 years as a laborer, and in many ways was "the man". The owner liked him, and Harold was going to be there forever. I was terrified of him, though we eventually became friends.

He yelled at me, "Don't you ever call him that!!! That's part of a man, and there's no part of him which fits that description!!! You want to call him something, call the little asshole something else!!"

Methinks GWB and condoms aren't a good fit, if you catch the drift. And I think you do. When it was time to fish or cut bait, he didn't even cut bait.

Arf (And as far as I'm concerned, Lindy, you can "arf" all you want.)