"Once removed, the blubber blanket is laid on the deck & cut into smaller pieces by a group of whalers called blubber boys."
A wonderful tidbit from the 18th century whaling trade that promised to inspire a litany of alliterative lunacy, but alas, it was not to be.
Bring back the days when everything wasn't reduced to tawdry sexual connotations. I hate tawdriness.
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