<< <i>Answer me this Mr Answerman, how come Clankeye doesn't write any more stories??? >>
Great question, MadMarty - I am so glad you asked - I and others have been wondering the very same thing.
Before I get to the answer (and you know that "Mr. Answerman" always answers the questions posed to him), I will list some possibilities for you and others to digest, ponder and debate......
1) Clankeye has lost it!
2) Clankeye never had it to lose!
3) He wants a pay raise
4) Baseball season has just started but his rotisserie team is already in BIG trouble and need's his full attention
5) Homerunhall has banned humor from the forum. Fear not, however - rudeness, crudeness and flaming are still tolerated, if not and strongly encouraged
6) Clankeye never wrote any stories in the first place - his wife secretly served as his ghost writer and she has taken a lengthy journey to the "Kingdom of Sleep" in search of fresh material. However, rumor has it that she was kidnapped by a senseless mob that frequents the open forum and that they are holding her hostage until she graces them with a story over there.
In Coinalot, for no apparent reason, the evil Archbishop of Coinguy1 has chosen to bring false accusations against the scribe Clankeye before the court
Archbishop of Coinguy1: King ArtR! I must bring to your attention this "poem" the scribe Clankeye has written about you.
King ArtR: Must you? I hate poetry.
Archbishop of Coinguy1: Me thinks you will find it most interesting!
King ArtR: (sighing) Very well, proceed....
ABof Coinguy1: (reading from scroll)
King ArtR ruled in Coinalot As happy as a beaver He was not endorsed by PNG And no one liked him either! His beard was tangled, stinky rope His underpants were oily---
King ArtR: (leaping to his feet) BY THE GODS!!!!! Bring the knave before me!
In the length of time that it takes PCGS to grade an economy submission, Clankeye is brought before the court. Many of those who heard the original poem have grown old and died
King ArtR: Explain the meaning of this, Clankeye! Clankeye: Of what? King ArtR: (shaking scroll) Of this! Clankeye: What's that? King ArtR: Something you wrote, Knave! Clankeye: Oh. King ArtR: Explain it!!! Clankeye: Can't your Majesty. King ArtR: Why not!!?? Clankeye: It's art, your Highness. Art is unexplainable. King ArtR: Me thinks the hot air blows! Clankeye: Exactly, your Majesty. King ArtR: BY THE GODS! Explain this line, or I shall have you grading Silver Eagles for the Collectors Club. Clankeye: That's harsh, sir. I'm but a lowly poet... King ArtR: You say the King is "happy as a beaver...." Clankeye: Yes, Majesty. King ArtR: (raising his sword Excoinaber high over Clankeye's head) Explain or die! Clankeye: That his Majesty is happy as a beaver means that all is well. The beaver is a productive little creature, and his meaningful contributions to nature make the world a better place. Thus, your Majesty is like the beaver--happy and productive.
King ArtR: (pondering) Me thinks I smell the Royal Manure Wagon.
Clankeye: Perhaps-- Karl of Dork was loading it just outside.
Archibishop of Coinguy1: (aggitated) Your Majesty, you're not going to let Clankeye get away with this outrage are you?
King ArtR: By the Gods, Coinguy... get a life. What has the scribe Clankeye done to you that you should persecute him? Clankeye: (a single tear falling down cheek) --Zactly, Majesty. King ArtR: (kindly gazing on Clankeye) Look at him... the poor wretch. A life doomed to ink-stained drudgery. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED ARCHBISHOP!!
Archishop Coinguy1 (sputtering) But... but, your Highness...
King ArtR: This fellow has done nothing to earn your animosity. Rather he is deserving of pity! GAZE UPON HIS CLANK EYE! Do you think looking like thus it would be easy to find comfort in the arms of a maiden? Or to even be served a beer?
Clankeye: (sniff) You got that right, Highness.
King ArtR: I decree that you give him a fine coin from your personal stores. Even such, if he never forgives you, who could blame him. You black hearted minstrel of misery. You coachroach riddled insurgent of infamy! You--
Archbishop Coinguy1: (holding up hands) I get it your Majesty.
Clankeye: (turning to Coinguy1)
High above the Great Hall in the rafters, Madmarty the castle madman begins to sing. He is a mottled collection of rags, bags and shredded lingerie
In Coinalot I've heard it said That Coinguy's face is turning red Clankeye bests him yet again Coinguy's far too slow to win
So tell your mudder and tell yer Da Tell your wife and your father-in-law Tell the Pope and tell the King.... Oops... I cr----aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipp!!!!!!!
MadMarty slips, falls and hits the floor with a terrible crack! In the all the excitement, Sir Bear accidently shoots himself with his own crossbow.
The Royal Scribe hath graced us with his presence once again!!!!!
BRAVO!!!!!
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<< <i> His beard was tangled, stinky rope His underpants were oily--- >>
Christ!... I see that guy at every coin show!
Most excellent clankeye! I could actually hear the bat wings rustling in the rafters as they sonically detected Madmarty losing his balance! Some say that coinguy can also hear by echolocation.... no wonder he was smiling slyly..
"Wars are really ugly! They're dirty and they're cold. I don't want nobody to shoot me in the foxhole." Mary
Being a newbie, I have never read any of these tales from Clankeye....until NOW!!! Went to the other thread and read a few more.....man, this is GREAT STUFF!!! I owe a thank you for a few laughs, so THANK YOU Clankeye!!! Keep up the good work!!!
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<< <i>Answer me this Mr Answerman, how come Clankeye doesn't write any more stories??? >>
Great question, MadMarty - I am so glad you asked - I and others have been wondering the very same thing.
Before I get to the answer (and you know that "Mr. Answerman" always answers the questions posed to him), I will list some possibilities for you and others to digest, ponder and debate......
1) Clankeye has lost it!
2) Clankeye never had it to lose!
3) He wants a pay raise
4) Baseball season has just started but his rotisserie team is already in BIG trouble and need's his full attention
5) Homerunhall has banned humor from the forum. Fear not, however - rudeness, crudeness and flaming are still tolerated, if not and strongly encouraged
6) Clankeye never wrote any stories in the first place - his wife secretly served as his ghost writer and she has taken a lengthy journey to the "Kingdom of Sleep" in search of fresh material. However, rumor has it that she was kidnapped by a senseless mob that frequents the open forum and that they are holding her hostage until she graces them with a story over there.
Archbishop of Coinguy1: King ArtR! I must bring to your attention this "poem" the scribe Clankeye has written about you.
King ArtR: Must you? I hate poetry.
Archbishop of Coinguy1: Me thinks you will find it most interesting!
King ArtR: (sighing) Very well, proceed....
ABof Coinguy1: (reading from scroll)
King ArtR ruled in Coinalot
As happy as a beaver
He was not endorsed by PNG
And no one liked him either!
His beard was tangled, stinky rope
His underpants were oily---
King ArtR: (leaping to his feet) BY THE GODS!!!!! Bring the knave before me!
In the length of time that it takes PCGS to grade an economy submission, Clankeye is brought before the court. Many of those who heard the original poem have grown old and died
King ArtR: Explain the meaning of this, Clankeye!
Clankeye: Of what?
King ArtR: (shaking scroll) Of this!
Clankeye: What's that?
King ArtR: Something you wrote, Knave!
Clankeye: Oh.
King ArtR: Explain it!!!
Clankeye: Can't your Majesty.
King ArtR: Why not!!??
Clankeye: It's art, your Highness. Art is unexplainable.
King ArtR: Me thinks the hot air blows!
Clankeye: Exactly, your Majesty.
King ArtR: BY THE GODS! Explain this line, or I shall have you grading Silver Eagles for the Collectors Club.
Clankeye: That's harsh, sir. I'm but a lowly poet...
King ArtR: You say the King is "happy as a beaver...."
Clankeye: Yes, Majesty.
King ArtR: (raising his sword Excoinaber high over Clankeye's head) Explain or die!
Clankeye: That his Majesty is happy as a beaver means that all is well. The beaver is a productive little creature, and his meaningful contributions to nature make the world a better place. Thus, your Majesty is like the beaver--happy and productive.
King ArtR: (pondering) Me thinks I smell the Royal Manure Wagon.
Clankeye: Perhaps-- Karl of Dork was loading it just outside.
Archibishop of Coinguy1: (aggitated) Your Majesty, you're not going to let Clankeye get away with this outrage are you?
King ArtR: By the Gods, Coinguy... get a life. What has the scribe Clankeye done to you that you should persecute him?
Clankeye: (a single tear falling down cheek) --Zactly, Majesty.
King ArtR: (kindly gazing on Clankeye) Look at him... the poor wretch. A life doomed to ink-stained drudgery. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED ARCHBISHOP!!
Archishop Coinguy1 (sputtering) But... but, your Highness...
King ArtR: This fellow has done nothing to earn your animosity. Rather he is deserving of pity! GAZE UPON HIS CLANK EYE! Do you think looking like thus it would be easy to find comfort in the arms of a maiden? Or to even be served a beer?
Clankeye: (sniff) You got that right, Highness.
King ArtR: I decree that you give him a fine coin from your personal stores. Even such, if he never forgives you, who could blame him. You black hearted minstrel of misery. You coachroach riddled insurgent of infamy! You--
Archbishop Coinguy1: (holding up hands) I get it your Majesty.
Clankeye: (turning to Coinguy1)
High above the Great Hall in the rafters, Madmarty the castle madman begins to sing. He is a mottled collection of rags, bags and shredded lingerie
In Coinalot I've heard it said
That Coinguy's face is turning red
Clankeye bests him yet again
Coinguy's far too slow to win
So tell your mudder and tell yer Da
Tell your wife and your father-in-law
Tell the Pope and tell the King....
Oops... I cr----aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipp!!!!!!!
MadMarty slips, falls and hits the floor with a terrible crack! In the all the excitement, Sir Bear accidently shoots himself with his own crossbow.
Squire Airplanenut: Cool!
BRAVO !!!!
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<< <i>Ahhhh, that is what I needed today!!! >>
Darn. They actually give me free submissions to torment you.
Clankeye
BRAVO!!!!!
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<< <i>His underpants were oily--- >>
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His beard was tangled, stinky rope
His underpants were oily--- >>
Christ!... I see that guy at every coin show!
Most excellent clankeye! I could actually hear the bat wings rustling in the rafters as they sonically detected Madmarty losing his balance! Some say that coinguy can also hear by echolocation.... no wonder he was smiling slyly..
and they're cold.
I don't want nobody to shoot me in the foxhole."
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