Nah, that's just a practical seat mod to accommodate his massive balls...........
I went to Berchtesgaden in 1974, what a beautiful place! Only problem with not speaking the lingo was we never knew what we were buying by just looking at the label, so when we saw "Limburger" Cheese in a local store, we vaguely remembered it, so bought a sealed slab of the stuff and some crackers, for lunch.
When my ma opened the pack, I thought she'd dropped her guts, man, what a stink! My dad promptly dumped it in a bin and an old local guy took it out and looked insulted, and walked off with it. Oh well, the crackers were ok I guess...........