Plaw where does the Emperors New come from in that drawing

I looked up what droodles are so I won't answer what the next one you posted is.

You don't remember the story "The Emperor's New Clothes"?

Nope. Try again.

Homer Simpson peaking up.

Oh nevermind I wasn't looking at it like that.

I don't. So that makes no sense to me.

The short story is that the Emperors New Clothes were nothing.......meaning he was naked.
So the 6pack is "empty" but its just the Emperors New 6 pack.

So I was right when I said an empty six pack. Pee-law gives no credit for anything.

Maybe we should do a Droodles thread in Gen Disc, Plaw :p

(As for the second one, I, too already looked it up before and saw the answer for that one already -- and I don't really get it, truthfully )

Are you talking about the six pack one, or the one I said was especially for you?

The one for me - I don't quit get the answer

The Emperor's New Clothes

Many years ago there lived an emperor who loved beautiful new clothes so much that he spent all his money on being finely dressed. He had a different costume for every hour of the day.

One day two swindlers came to the emperor's city. They said that they were weavers, claiming that they knew how to make the finest cloth imaginable. Not only were the colors and the patterns extraordinarily beautiful, but in addition, this material had the amazing property that it was to be invisible to anyone who was incompetent or stupid.

"It would be wonderful to have clothes made from that cloth," thought the emperor. "Then I would know which of my men are unfit for their positions, and I'd also be able to tell clever people from stupid ones." So he immediately gave the two swindlers a great sum of money to weave their cloth for him.

They set up their looms and pretended to go to work, although there was nothing at all on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the purest gold, all of which they hid away, continuing to work on the empty looms, often late into the night.

"I would really like to know how they are coming with the cloth!" thought the emperor, but he was a bit uneasy when he recalled that anyone who was unfit for his position or stupid would not be able to see the material. Of course, he himself had nothing to fear, but still he decided to send someone else to see how the work was progressing.

"I'll send my honest old minister to the weavers," thought the emperor. He's the best one to see how the material is coming. He is very sensible, and no one is more worthy of his position than he.

So the good old minister went into the hall where the two swindlers sat working at their empty looms. "Goodness!" thought the old minister, opening his eyes wide. "I cannot see a thing!" But he did not say so.

The two swindlers invited him to step closer, asking him if it wasn't a beautiful design and if the colors weren't magnificent. They pointed to the empty loom, and the poor old minister opened his eyes wider and wider. He still could see nothing, for nothing was there. "Gracious" he thought. "Is it possible that I am stupid? I have never thought so. Am I unfit for my position? No one must know this. No, it will never do for me to say that I was unable to see the material."

"You aren't saying anything!" said one of the weavers.

"Oh, it is magnificent! The very best!" said the old minister, peering through his glasses. "This pattern and these colors! Yes, I'll tell the emperor that I am very satisfied with it!"

"That makes us happy!" said the two weavers, and they called the colors and the unusual pattern by name. The old minister listened closely so that he would be able say the same things when he reported back to the emperor, and that is exactly what he did.

The swindlers now asked for more money, more silk, and more gold, all of which they hid away. Then they continued to weave away as before on the empty looms.

The emperor sent other officials as well to observe the weavers' progress. They too were startled when they saw nothing, and they too reported back to him how wonderful the material was, advising him to have it made into clothes that he could wear in a grand procession. The entire city was alive in praise of the cloth. "Magnifique! Nysseligt! Excellent!" they said, in all languages. The emperor awarded the swindlers with medals of honor, bestowing on each of them the title Lord Weaver.

The swindlers stayed up the entire night before the procession was to take place, burning more than sixteen candles. Everyone could see that they were in a great rush to finish the emperor's new clothes. They pretended to take the material from the looms. They cut in the air with large scissors. They sewed with needles but without any thread. Finally they announced, "Behold! The clothes are finished!"

The emperor came to them with his most distinguished cavaliers. The two swindlers raised their arms as though they were holding something and said, "Just look at these trousers! Here is the jacket! This is the cloak!" and so forth. "They are as light as spider webs! You might think that you didn't have a thing on, but that is the good thing about them."

"Yes," said the cavaliers, but they couldn't see a thing, for nothing was there.

"Would his imperial majesty, if it please his grace, kindly remove his clothes." said the swindlers. "Then we will fit you with the new ones, here in front of the large mirror."

The emperor took off all his clothes, and the swindlers pretended to dress him, piece by piece, with the new ones that were to be fitted. They took hold of his waist and pretended to tie something about him. It was the train. Then the emperor turned and looked into the mirror.

"Goodness, they suit you well! What a wonderful fit!" they all said. "What a pattern! What colors! Such luxurious clothes!"

"The canopy to be carried above your majesty awaits outside," said the grandmaster of ceremonies.

"Yes, I am ready!" said the emperor. "Don't they fit well?" He turned once again toward the mirror, because it had to appear as though he were admiring himself in all his glory.

The chamberlains who were to carry the train held their hands just above the floor as if they were picking up the train. As they walked they pretended to hold the train high, for they could not let anyone notice that they could see nothing.

The emperor walked beneath the beautiful canopy in the procession, and all the people in the street and in their windows said, "Goodness, the emperor's new clothes are incomparable! What a beautiful train on his jacket. What a perfect fit!" No one wanted it to be noticed that he could see nothing, for then it would be said that he was unfit for his position or that he was stupid. None of the emperor's clothes had ever before received such praise.

"But he doesn't have anything on!" said a small child.

"Good Lord, let us hear the voice of an innocent child!" said the father, and whispered to another what the child had said.

"A small child said that he doesn't have anything on!"

Finally everyone was saying, "He doesn't have anything on!"

The emperor shuddered, for he knew that they were right, but he thought, "The procession must go on!" He carried himself even more proudly, and the chamberlains walked along behind carrying the train that wasn't there.

Pork... Just look at the bottom part and think "eyeglasses" and with the hat on the other side (as opposed to your avatar).

"The view from under a magnifying glass for someone who doesn't realize he's found Waldo"

You don't see that it's a close-up view of Waldo? The eyes? The band of the hat?

Get to the good stuff you sick puppies!

We want Naked women hidden in the background!

Bethie, we have a problem here. I am seeing the same things hat you are in these dam things.
I just saw waldo when Pee jumped the gun and posted it.

I still see Homer Simpson's eyes.

I didn't picture as a man in tightie whities kind of guy FS.

Beth E there is not the big of a space between Homer Simpson's eyes.

It would be if he was in shock. Maybe he finally got a good look at Marge nekked.

Take a good look at Homer's eyes! :p

Damm. Marge is a ho!!!

That one can't count......If memory serves me correct that was when she had breast implants.

So small breasted women can't be hos? :p

lol NO I was just saying that Homer's eyes would be BIGGER because he never saw them that size.

That would be like you being with a guy for 20 years then he has "surgery" wouldnt you be EVEN MORE SURPRISED since you are used to it being one size..

Three Cheers for Marge! 44 Double D's

Homers isn't roaming any more!

lol NO I was just saying that Homer's eyes would be BIGGER because he never saw them that size.

That would be like you being with a guy for 20 years then he has "surgery" wouldnt you be EVEN MORE SURPRISED since you are used to it being one size.. [/b][/quote]I would be more surprised by the fact I was with someone for 20 years. :p

lol Beth you guys are great over here........I think I'm going to enjoy it here

Yeah, we're a barrel of laughs. Except for Big Daddy Don, whom we affectionatly call Bad Daddy. He's a wuss. :p

Pay them guys no mind when they call me Crabby. I have no clue where that came from.

For a small fee, I would be glad to tell you ALL the back history of The Fantasy Baseball League and some other juicy gossip.

Oh, by the way, we have an unwritten rule. Players only here. You don't play you can't stay.
Even tho we have some past players who stop in from time to time. No outside jerks, we have enough already!

Oh yea, if you can't take it, don't dish it out!

For a small fee, I would be glad to tell you ALL the back history of The Fantasy Baseball League and some other juicy gossip.

Oh, by the way, we have an unwritten rule. Players only here. You don't play you can't stay.
Even tho we have some past players who stop in from time to time. No outside jerks, we have enough already!

Oh yea, if you can't take it, don't dish it out! [/b][/quote]Don't worry I can take it and dish it out, although I won't do too much dishing out until I become friendly with alot of you. As I said before everyone has a different sense of humor and I don't want to step on anyones toes.

Rule #1 here. You must step on plawrence's toes. If you don't you will be called a wuss.