Grumpy Blogs about life, dreams and Work

While having dinner at a lobster shack in Bar Harbor Maine, we were misbehaving as usual. Well, the men were. For some reason we always start making stupid, lewd jokes with sexual connotations. "Oh yeah, toss the salad. How about a rusty trombone? A dirty Sanchez?"  I forget the specific comment that Emcee made, but Princess responded, "Emcee, behave. There are people here.  Normal people."

This, of course, made us roar, and take the vulgarities up a notch. Some people around us gave dirty looks. Such is life in the Ogre camp.

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At another point of the night, after a rousing game of Bocce Ball where Emcee and Eva dominated, Princess visited the ladies room.  The women had been discussing palates, exercise and building inner-core strength. Emcee frequently mocks the term inner-core whenever he can. "Have another glass of wine, it will build your inner-core." Mockery or not, the woman are slimming and it looks good, especially Bee. Even Black Bear has started exercising.  He is taking kick boxing. Of course, on weekends like this, exercise just becomes an excuse to indulge more. Myself, I just indulge. When Princess came back someone asked, "Feel better?"  She had made a rather dramatic exit.

"No.  I feel like the core has been breached."

We roared and drank some more.