Category: Comix

Our comics are grown in the sun dappled fertile soil of Columbia, where farmers like Juan Valdez hand select the beans when the time is right, guaranteeing the rich taste you experience weekly in our Sunday Comics.

I turn on my hearing aid/Don’t say/the Sunday Comics aren’t good enough/For king lazybones like myself/Because, Because

We start to move/And we break the glass
We step out/And take a walk through the city
We are Sunday Comics/We are Sunday Comics

Sunday Comics are just spud boys looking for real tomatoes.

My daddy Sunday Comics, mama Louisiana/You mix that Moedars with that Creole make a Khartoon Bama

La vida me da Sunday Comics/Sunday Comics me da la vida/¡Ay Dios!

Qui vigilat Sunday Comics?

Do you want my styrofoam peanuts? You can have my styrofoam peanuts — they’re in Sunday Comics.

You’re face to face with the man who sold the Sunday Comics.

Sunday Comics: Justified, ancient, roamed the land, hoped you’d understand, didn’t want to upset the apple cart, didn’t mean to cause any harm.