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"Good Morning Class"-- Christmas with King ArtR

It is Christmas in Coinalot. All the Trolls are hanging merrily from the trees. The Flames of the fire in the Great Hall burn as brightly as ever. The Citzens of Coinalot gather to receive a Christmas greeting from their beloved King--King ArtR

King ArtR (raising--wearing splended robes) Citizens of Coinalot! Hear me!!!!

All: Hooray! (went the mad throne)

King ArtR: Once again it is that merry time of year--Christmas! A time of forgiving! A time of brotherhood! A time where man's inhumanity to man can be put aside for one brief shining moment!

All: Hooray!

King ArtR: So, it is without further adieu, that I call upon The Archbishop of Coinguy1 to lift us all with a Christmas blessing. Archbishop....

Archbishop Coinguy1: Thank you, King ArtR! I flew all the way from Denver and boy are my arms tired!

---Silence---

Archbishop Coinguy1: No, but seriously folks... it's Christmas time and you all know what that means---

Sir Stewart Blay (shouting) Give us a hint, smart guy!

The Lady Lucy of Bop gives Sir Blay a savage kick to the Frankies.

Lady Bop: Less Frankies for you!

Archbishop Coinguy1: (grimacing) Er... thanks Lady bop! Now... who among you can tell me what important event happens at Christmas? --Sir Russ?

Sir Russ: Um... we quiver under the threat of physical violence?
Archbishop Coinguy1: No.
Sir Russ: Um... we go slaughter peasants--so that next year they'll be less of them?
Archbishop Coinquy1: No.
Sir Russ: We bag on PCGS?
Archbishop Coinguy1: NO. But, close. (holding up his arms) PEOPLE! Every year at this time we all give thanks that we were given the PCGS Proof 70 1963 Lincoln memorial cent! WE GIVE THANKS THAT IT IS HERE!!! Here among us. AND MOST OF ALL WE GIVE THANKS, that we are not the poor schmuck that has $39,000 tied up in it!

Sir Cladking: This benediction breaks from the lips like foul wind!!

King ArtR: Explain, Cladking?

Sir Cladking: It is false! Insincere... it rings of sarcasm and buffonery!
Sir Coc-kney: (leaping to his feet and pointing) BOB'S YER UNCLE!!

Sir Tradedollarnut: It's not a coin--IT'S AN INSERT!
Sir Outhaul: It's not AN INSERT--IT'S AN INSULT!!!!!
Sir BillJones: The alleged coin should be relegated to The Royal Dung Wagon--

Sir Cladking: 'Tis a noble coin. Whose spirit grows with each slander cast against it!!!!!!

The Great Hall erupts into a violent, bloody free-for-all. A teeth-gnashing, head bashing, beer stein smashing good time is had by all.



Later that night King ArtR has a session with Dr. Poole--Royal Head Shrink


King ArtR: (lying down) You see, Poole? We can't even wish each other a Merry Christmas around here without all Hades breaking loose!

Dr. Poole: Has his Majesty considered that it is possibly because he himself is a tin-plated, sawed off little tyrannt with no basic understanding of right or wrong?

---Silence----

King ArtR: (Jumping to his feet) BY THE GODS!!!!! ARM YOURSELF YOU DOG!!

Dr. Poole: (chuckling) Easy! Easy! King ArtR... just a little joke. I'm merely trying to point out how easy it is to be misunderstood on an internet forum. Heh-heh!

King ArtR raises his sword Excoinaber over his head, bringing it crashing down on Dr. Poole.

Half of Doctor Poole goes one way... half the other.


---Silence---

King ArtR: (looking sheepish) Um... sorry. Merry Chistmas?
Brevity is the soul of wit. --William Shakespeare
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