Mate of mine worked on the rigs.
They used to constantly get covered in oily slurry as they drilled.
Seeing as this was a mixture of compressed dead animal, mud and oil it usually stank.

My friend came upon a novel idea to try to get rid of the smell.
He would go outside during a storm, lash himself to some railing and let nature "scrub" him clean.

He was doing this one day when his boss (a loud, brash Jamaican fellow) braved the elements and came out to see what the fuck was going on. He found my friend, naked lashed to some railings facing the full fury of a Southern Ocean squall.
"What __ fuck___ you___doing, mon?" the boss man tried to shout over the tempest.
"___get rid of___smell___fucking oil!" my mate responded.
Eventually the boss got him inside and clothed. He then told my friend not to be so silly as - "You'll never be gettin' rid o' the reek of oil in dis' gust."
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sun 14 Jul 2013, 1:31, 2 replies)

Grudging click, purely for effort.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Sun 14 Jul 2013, 12:06, closed)

Grudging "thank you" reply,
mostly out of politeness.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sun 14 Jul 2013, 12:20, closed)