In the construction of
old, generally coal-fired boilers for use in
heavy applications one would generally find above the boiler door a large
brass plate proudly bearing the name and location of its manufacturer.
Before the door would stand strong men intent on pushing their shovels into the boiler as
far as they would go, depositing material therein as
deep and as fast as they could go without killing themselves first.
The boiler itself was designed specifically to take this kind of punishment,
day after
day, year after year, and, while not being especially pleasing to look at it, would be guaranteed to raise a glass amongst those men who had over the years sweatily laboured at its threshold.
But I digress.
Its another way of saying your cock was RIGHT in a chick as far as it would go and then some.
Hey Mel, how did it go with Teresa?
Pretty good. The
lobster was barely
cold when I was up to the Boilermaker's Nameplate.
Hey
Mike, I hear your wife gives out.
No shit. Every night I'm up to the Boilermaker's Nameplate.
