Tuesday Night Update

Hey Silverhorners
I apologize for the brevity of tonight's edition of The View From Silverhorn Lodge. We were prempted tonight to take care of some business, not the least of which was the grand re-opening of the Silverhorn Lodge CafePress Shop which is now up and running with some great Silverhorn Lodge branded products. Be sure to check them out, just check the sidebar of this blog for more information.

Hot day around here, although I am not complaining, too many cold days the rest of the year and as the song goes, "Hot Weather Makes Her Clothes Fall Off"....no wait, I think that is "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off". Hot weather and tequila.....now that sound promising....

From the "Am I Stupid?" files, two fellas were arrested 12 miles off the coast of Wales after they had stolen a boat and then figured out that neither one of them knew how to operate it ....yup....they are stupid. These two genius's decided to steal a fishing trawler after they had missed their ferry ride and after several hours at sea figured they were off the coast of Ireland, and called for help, but aparently they had only travelled 12 miles from where they had stolen the boat. Fortunately for them, the North Wales Coast Guard was more than happy to come to their rescue after they called for help. I'm left wondering if the two boat burglers had long blond hair.....

I'm reminded of a story my wife told me last week about a local guy (Al Johnson)who works at the Silverhorn Mountain Pill and Dill, a combination pharmacutical and Pickle Bottling Factory located just on the outskirts of the two building industrial park in Silverhorn Village. (The reason for the odd combination of pickles and pill manufacturing has to do with government business grants and is much to complicated to get into here.) Anyway, Al came home last Tuesday and gave his wife 50 dollars. She asked him what it was from and he told her that he won it in a bet -- the guys at the factory bet him 50 dollars that he wouldn't stick his 'pickle'(I'm being delicate here folks) in the pickle slicer.

His wife, Margery, was surprised and suffice to say a little concerned, so she wanted to make sure he was still well all there...er...playing with a full pickle...ah...intact
So Al, never known to be shy dropped his pants and much to the relief of his wife, and much to the shock of my wife and the rest of the ladies attending the Tuesday afternoon meeting of the Silverhorn Scrabble Knitting and Gossip Club it was all there, unharmed.

“But what about the pickle slicer?” asked Margery, perplexed. “Oh, she liked it too,” answered the husband.

Needless to say the Scrabble, Knitting and Gossip Club meeting was adjorned early that day.....

I have nothing to declare except my genius." - Oscar Wilde