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Date: 10 February 2007 03:41:15
Mardi Gras is on its way. Today, industry at hubby's shipyard ground to an absolute standstill while a workboat filled with tipsy revelers scrolled by down the Intracoastal Waterway. Twice. Lacing up the banks with loud music, a crew of scantily-clad women bouncing along over the wake-waves.
Well, I guess as a concession to the fact that it was daytime, and not yet the climax of the season, the women weren't totally naked. One had on a G-string and one still wore stiletto pumps.
The spouse had a good view of their route, being about three stories up on the side of a ship in a manlift at the time. He figured the Coast Guard vessel humming along after them was going 'way too fast.
He was glad it was a manlift, with he himself operating the controls, rather than some sort of crane-with-a-basket arrangement. He figures the crane operator would have dropped him in the drink for sure, or worse yet, through the deck of the Party Boat.
Might have been interesting if it had happened that way. Would some of the shipyard denizens have bothered to cast off their steel-toed boots before jumping in to rescue the underclothed boaters?
Would superfluous rescuers have contributed their hard hats so there'd be a covering for each boobie sufficient to meet the shipyard safety regulations?
Would the 'gators have gone first for the leather-and-denim clad rescuers or the fleshy be-beaded boaters? The girls had been marinated in beer, after all, surely they'd taste better, and require less peeling...