New Adventures of Queen Victoria by Pab Sungenis for December 08, 2012

Coal?! That means more money!

If this is how Christmas retaliates, then bring it!

Who knows, next it might be actual gold!

CHARLIE BROWN: I got a rock.

On three, we all start singing “We Will Rock You”! Ready? One… two…

Energy crisis averted!!

What kind of dump truck goes DISPENSE (?)

Stomp, stomp, clapStomp, stomp, clap

I wonder what the coking factor is?

That should be sixteen tons, no?.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dI9KBLb_8ro

Nothing like getting a ton of coke for Christmas !

It takes 16 tons to get paid.

I kinda like antricite (hard coal) myself.

Newcastle Black Shale, as opposed to Newcastle Brown Ale.

I can’t track down the reference, or which character said it, but “fourteen ton of bi-tuminous coal” was the weighty thought of one of the Pogo gang. Perhaps in the 60s. Only thing weightier was fifteen ton of bi-tuminous coal.

This was a Tennessee Ernie Ford hit from 1955:>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Some people say a man is made outta mudA poor man’s made outta muscle and bloodMuscle and blood and skin and bonesA mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you getAnother day older and deeper in debtSaint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t goI owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shineI picked up my shovel and I walked to the mineI loaded sixteen tons of number nine coalAnd the straw boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”

You load sixteen tons, what do you getAnother day older and deeper in debtSaint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t goI owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rainFightin’ and trouble are my middle nameI was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lionCain’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you getAnother day older and deeper in debtSaint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t goI owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin’, better step asideA lotta men didn’t, a lotta men diedOne fist of iron, the other of steelIf the right one don’t a-get youThen the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you getAnother day older and deeper in debtSaint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t goI owe my soul to the company store