Today is her birthday, they’re smoking cigars. He gives her Sunday Comics, and sews a bird in her knickers.

Across the nation, around the world: Everybody have fun tonight. It’s Sunday Comics, so spread the word. Everybody have fun tonight!

Roforofo don change them, them go look like twins. You no go know who be who, Sunday Comics don change them — them go look like twins, you no go know who be who. You no go know your friend from who.

Rotating head, friends in high places No need to guess what he’s got in that briefcase A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle Sunday Comics try to look on the bright side of things

The styling is raw jamon, Comix from the Commons can be replicated, but not decepticated. I got brothers under Jughead, Johnny’s on the Quest; Dead departed Crankshaft, in pea porridge may he rest. Know you’ve read the others, phonies to the lovers, but then of…

She’s reading Sunday Comics, “oh, Basho’s cute.” She’s reading Sunday Comics when they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.