Showing posts with label beach whistles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach whistles. Show all posts

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Brazilian swimwear (mostly NSFW, which is awesome)

Well, as reader Daniel pointed out, folks do appreciate my appreciation for the Brazilian Female Form.

 And tomorrow is also the day Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife comes home grumpy, as it's Wax Day, when Brazilian women suffer 2 hours of indignity and pain in the name of smooth skin and not looking like they're smuggling Chewbacca in their bathing suits. It's as fine as time to be stuck on a boat far from home as any.

 So let's look today at what passes for swimwear in Brazil... the ever-popular and much beloved Brazilian bathing suit, which gets sold and can be stored in standard sized test tubes.














Monday, March 25, 2013

March Madness: Women of Brazil (semi NSFW)

I almost forgot to drive up blog traffic put in this month's ladies from Brazil! Just a few more days and I get to see my own girl from Ipanema... Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife will be returning home at the end of the week, and I wanted to share that same feeling with everyone here- people say that the anticipation is often better than the payoff, but I say bullshit, and here's a good example of why I'm correct- thanks to everyone who reads my stuff in between these types of  posts, btb...












Monday, July 16, 2012

5-minute vacation to Brazil

Still too busy to do much beyond gulp down a meal and turn out on deck to work, then wash, rinse and repeat, so here' something nice to look at- and for me, to remind me that staying an extra week on board (starting tomorrow pm) pays for, among other things, my next vacation to Brazil.










Tuesday, June 26, 2012

you win this time, tampons.

I think the egyptian writers said it best when they wrote "Scarab, dogface dogface, eye, bird bird bird!"

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             We pulled our cargo pumps today. They were quite clogged with the residue of old crude oil. In addition, we were told than on completion of the cleanup and roto-rootering of our underdeck pipelines, we would reposition to New York and rejoin the bunkering fleet there, which is good news for yours truly, who has gotten quite fat again and poorer besides for having less work and more access to cheesesteaks lo these past 4 months.

  The single largest component of the sludge? This is no shit. TAMPONS. Yes, as in vampire teabags. Someone had been dumping their bathroom waste at Sun Oil's refinery in the waste oil tanks, and we got to reap the benefits of two  20-foot high vertical pump pipelines clogged 100% full of pantymice-on-a-string. And the applicators, too. Let's not forge those. As a 30-something Bostonian, I remember full well the robust collection of plastic pink beach whistles that lined the beaches from Gloucester to  P-Town.

 The now-famous deck garden is doing well. The first tomatoes will be ripe in 2 more weeks.

This is a pump column AND a hazmat container, all in one. Like a pinata, but, you know, full of tampons and oil sludge