(n) Derogative term for fat ugly women from Bremerton, WA, a working-class town with a Naval Base. The joke is that these women hang around and "chasin' fellas in the Navy".
-From Rap Dictionary
Bremelo - term popularized by Sir Mix Alot to describe a large, unattractive woman who resides in or frequents the city of Bremerton, WA to establish "relations" with Navy personnel
Artist: Sir Mix-A-Lot
Song Title: Bremelo
Here's a gory kinda story, 'bout an obese freak
With a forty inch waist and a ten inch beak,
Overweight and out of shape with a triple chin,
Her brassiere strikes fear in the hearts of men,
The Girls a bremelo
The Girls a bremelo
Me and Terry hopped a ferry, we were lookin Swass
When a dip hit the ship we were almost tossed
It was a big bremelo standing on my toe,
An enormous jelly-belly tryin' to say hello
I was really kinda frightened as she looked my way,
I tried to run because here buns made the ferry sway
To be blunt she was fat and ready for combat
On the way to Bremerton where the fat is at,
The Girls a bremelo.
I'm not fakin' or mistaken' 'bout the big ol' duck,
She had hairy underarms and a whoppin' gut,
Her hair was short and wavy, drove my pit bull crazy,
A Bremerton beast chasin' fella's in the Navy,
At the movie she's the feature, the Bremerton creature,
Ya' wear a life jacket if ya ever try and freak her
Look at her physique, she ain't my kinda freak,
The floor creaks when the beast starts reaching her peak
The Girls a bremelo.
She's just a bremelo.
Change the beat!
You can't ignore the way she snores 'cuz she blows down doors,
Baby's got the kinda face only a mother adores,
A big basket ball head, with her ten inch feet,
Big lips, No hips, with the smell of a beast,
I couldn't put her in my Caddy or my tranny would break,
I've heard of dirt because of poverty, but she took the cake,
When it comes to Cool-Aid, the girl would drink it in pints,
Ya go to school for twenty years and ya still in the ninth?
Ya just a bremelo.
Just a bremelo.
You big, triple chinned, unattractive duck,
Ya boyfriend beats freaks up to make a buck,
Hangin' 'round Third & Pike on a ten speed bike,
you could say that I'm a liar, but ya know I'm right
Ya talk behind my back because I dropped you flat,
And ya never take a shower 'cuz ya too damn fat
So ya man was smart when he broke your heart
Because if Mix-A-Lot'd cut cha youd'a fell apart
Wearing Polyester slacks with elastic in the back
You could flat'n squash a nigga in a wrestling match
Ya got lips like a character in some cartoon
With a pink posterior ya big baboon
Ya just a (Elephant Trumpet)
Now Bremerton's a city right outside of mine,
Most girls there are ducks but a few are fine
But the ones that I speak about, use their faces catching trout,
Vacuum cleaners for a mouth, You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Mud Ducks, Hockey Pucks, Drivers of Mack trucks,
Lame brains, Diesel Trains, to pick them up you have to strain,
Big Butt, Crew Cut, Extra-Ordinary Gut,
Big Mamma kinda bod, make ya face kinda rough
I was Born in Bremerton
I was born in a small military/working class town called Bremerton. By the time I waas a teenager, SirMixalot had made women from my town world famous with his song “bremelo”. This song would haunt me for years to come. I escaped Bremerton 19 by marrying a townie who joined the navy. Never wanting to return, I lived in Okinawa, San Diego, Oakland, and Virginia until 2000, when I packed up and moved back “home”.
Back in Black Baby
For the last 4 years I have lived in this town, full of Douglass fir trees, lumber mills, tattoo parlors, churches, rednecks with gun racks, sailors aplenty, and oh yes, fat women who we call “bremelos”. I remember “bremelos” growing up here, they were the fat chicks from our high schools who brought sailors (or “squids” as we called them) in uniform to the senior prom. We always looked down on these girls, and considered them pretty desperate to be seen with a navy guy. Bad girls dated navy guys, good girls stuck with the townies who passed us around like cheap cans of lucky logger at a redneck bbq. Of course, the townie I married became a sailor, and my status evolved to that of navy wife. I lived in navy housing in San Diego for 3 years, and oh the things that I saw. Navy wives are a special breed, most becoming heavy set after popping out a few kids, and most also seem to have been married to at least 2 different sailors by the age of 21. It was then that I learned the term “Westpac Widow” -women whose husbands were at sea and are trolling the local bars looking for action.
Crazy ass Bremerton grrrls
While I was living in California, most of my high school friends in Bremerton began dating sailors, I mean come on, easy access here. The male to female ratio in Bremerton is like 30 to 1, odds in the girls favor. I heard stories of wild sailor sex parties, couple swapping, and various one-night stand escapades. Another strange thing started happening to my friends back home, they started becoming bigger. It seemed the sluttier they became, the bigger they became too. All of my friends dating squids (or married to them) cheated. Every westpac they would become “westpac widows” hit the bars and have some fun. I saw this when I came home to visit. Bremerton was considered my ego boost town, as I loved visiting the dive bars with my friends and feeling my power. At that time, I still preferred flings with townies, mostly because I had blossomed since high school, and I liked snagging a guy from my past. My friends however, started reminding me of the women in “Officer and a Gentlemen”. This movie was actually filmed not far from Bremerton, and there is actually a shot of the battleships in Bremerton as Richard Gere rides off on his motorcycle in the beginning. Anyway, the women totally remind me of that movie, work factory or grocery store jobs until they score some sailor. Otherwise left to life in blue-collar hell. In Officer and a Gentlemen Sargent Foley warns the recruits about the women in the area, “Bremelo” types who like to snag onto sailors because it's their ticket out of town. During the course of the film, we learn that the local women get themselves pregnant in order to hold onto their boyfriends, this Im sure happens quite a bit in Bremerton. (sigh). Gotta love Bremelo ethos.
Goin Hog Wild
When I moved back to Bremerton in 2000, I emarked on a three year relationship with a townie who was also a local “rock star”. The relationship started to get on my nerves too much, and we ended it a few months ago. Since then, I have been hog wild single, and doing all the Bremerton Grrrl things I have never experienced…. Like baiting sailors… (sailor bait… another word for Bremelo).
Now I never considered myself a Bremelo, or sure as shit ever wanted to be one. Here is another definition The word Bremelo was
explaned this way to me.
Bremerton + Bufflo =
Bremelo. Big Bremerton women
looking to hook up with navy
guys to support them. Here is another description I found on the web; its quite good.
Fresh faced young sailors
are the natural prey of
Bremelos. You can find them at
Walmart and Kitsap Mall.
They certainly aren't
limited to those places.
Look for two toned hair, and
large sized bodies squeezed
into Brittany Spears wanna
be clothes. They have babies
and toddles at least 3 or
more running around
screaming, crying and
generally running amuk.
Occasionally, there is a
very stressed overwelmed and
frightened looking booter
following them around
obediently. They smoke
Virginia Slims and drink
Mountain Dew. The kids are
trained to call any young
man who comes around more
than once or twice..."my new
daddy". Bremelos' can be
seen at the photo copier
having whining temper
tantrums as they try to make
copies of the baby pics of
their newest meal ticket.
They flaunt tattoo's of that
ubiqitus icon of white trash-
hood, Taz or Bugs bunny.
They come out in the early
spring after a brief
hybernation to bear their
young and proclaim their
readiness to procreate
status by displaying their
famous "bremelo roll" of
sagging midrif. The more
experienced and mature
bremelos have double chins
and double love handles and
gold thumb rings. The truly
succesful bremelo reaches
coveted Mommalo status with
the arrival of her first
before her 28th birthday.
Always before graduation.
They like classy names for
their young bremelo-ettes,
like Tidonna and Turquoise
abd Destiny. And Cheyanne
(aka Shi shi)
They are a highly succesful
life form and have survived
unchanged since shortly
after the Nipsig first
landed. I knew those Ho’s; short ass frayed daisey duke shorts, bleach blond frizzy hair, cottage cheese ass, saggy boobs in low cut shirts, and sometimes missing teeth. I would see them at the grocery store, shopping with their six kids, or eating a Dennys, or out at the dive bars, smoking and dancing with sailors who were obviously not there husbands. But there has to be something in the water here, because it seems unavoidable, like destiny, that women here eventually become squid bait.
Squid Baitin at the Horse and Cow
An easy pick up place for squids is this Maritime Dance Club, the Horse and Cow. The place is full of horney and drunk squids, all looking for action. My friends and I always go and drink a lot of vodka redbulls and head straight to the dance floor to dance to Eminem or Outkast, or whatever song happens to be on. I usually start dirty dancing and actin a fool. One night, shortly after my breakup, I met a blue-eyed hottie squid on the dance floor. We started dirty dancing, and freakin, and one thing led to another…. We started makin out HO style right on the dance floor! I took that young sailor boy home and freaked him good. I didn’t want to know names, didn’t want anything really, but cheap, nasty sex with a young ass, beautiful bodied, stud muffin. Had to get that out of my system….its just so dang easy to do here.
A month or so later, I was out freakin on the dance floor again, and I met a new Sailor Boy-Toy. We freaked, and slow danced, but this time just exchanged numbers. He is younger than me by 11 years, but very cute, and not your typical “sailor”. Needless to say, I have been seeing this young hunk for over a month. Its not a serious thing, or even really a thing, just mutual lustin, sexing, and some company. I have never “dated” a squid before, this is all new to me. Yes I was married to a “squid” but he was a townie when we dated. My current squid toy is very busy, out to sea a lot doing sea trials, or busy preparing the ship for one. I probably wont see him again for over a month, he is out to sea…. (sigh) the life of a seamen. Oh he is a submariner…. Hence my expression “Submariners Do It Deeper!” Another Bremelo expression I like to use is “Nuttin like havin Seamen in your Mouth” LOL
What's happening here?!?!?!?
Is something in the water here or what? Have I become a Bremelo? This is really starting to scare me. Since living here, I have gained some weight (mostly in the boobs and ass, baby have back!), which I attribute to lack of sunlight, depression, and my taking anti-depressants. Hell, I gotta get out of this place. In a few years I may sprout bleach blond hair, cottage cheese legs, and who the hell knows what. HELP IVE FALLEN AND I CANT GET UP!
This site is actually putting together a dance troop of Bremelos….
Here's a bit from the site...
We are putting together a dancing trio (volunteers) for our festival showings.
Experience? "we no need no stinkin' experience!"
1. Resident of Bremerton/Kitsap County (proclaimed Bremelo)
2. Over 18 years of age
3. Good dispostion and teeth
4. Provide own transportation to events (no cdl required)
5. Good rhythym and sense of humor
6. Provide own sweatpants/spandex
7. Able to travel short distances in Kitsap County
8. No gratuity box needed as one will be provided
9. No weight requirements
Here is a sailor Bremelo joke for ya to close this off.
A large Humpback whale is lazily enjoying a beautiful day when he sees a female Humpback whale (aka Bremelo) just a little ways off, and he thinks to himself that he's going to try to impress her...
He swims over to her, and breeches the surface, showing off the large hump on his back.
She looked unimpressed as she breached and showed a larger more well formed hump herself.
Now, a little embarrassed, he tries again to impress her by taking a breath and blowing a huge cloud of mist and water with a really nice rainbow in it.
Once again she looked unimpressed and she blew a larger cloud of mist, with a more beautiful rainbow.
Now clearly agitated, the Male sees a Navel vessel in the distance and races off toward it. Just before he collides with the ship, he dives, jumps out of the water and as he sails over the bow of the ship, he plucks a sailor off the deck and in one gulp swallows him whole!
He swam back to her very proud of himself, only to find the female object of his attentions with a disgusted look on her face...
As she swam off she said..."I'll Hump, I'll Blow, BUT I WON'T SWALLOW SEAMEN!
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