lol, so about a year later, I was working on a job around DeSoto, Kansas and I was grinding beads behind the pipe gang and before the hot pass crew. A journeyman friend kept working on me, was bugged when he bragged he always went commando and I said 'no way I would ever do that!'. For weeks he extolled the virtues of going commando - the freedom, the comfort. One day, I decided to try it, quietly. So off I go and about 2 hours into the job, I am grinding between 2 and 5 o'clock on the pipe, squatted down and going to town when I smelled hair burning., Looking down, I was bathed in a shower of sparks and slag because the entire crotch of my pants blew leaving me in the breeze, or shower, as it were. I stopped and ran back to a rig, grabbed a roll of duct tape and taped up the crotch, inside and out. Made it another 10 hours on the job, we were working 6-12s. but taking off the ruined jeans that night was an experience, all the remaining hair sealed tightly to the tape, I was bare. First and last time I ever went commando.Errrmmmm....YIKES!!