Sunday Comics celebrates our mutual survival for the last hundred days. Here’s to another hundred.

So call the mainland from the beach, Sunday Comics washed up in bleach/The waves are rising for this time of year, and nobody knows what to do with the heat/Under sunshine pylons we’ll meet while rain is falling like rhinestones from the sky

Sunday Comics aren’t for rent to any God or government/Always hopeful yet discontent, we know changes aren’t permanent, but change is.

You’d have to eat this many bowls of regular cereal in order to match the full range of provocative to inane humor found in one week’s Sunday Comics.

It happened, feeling glad, I’ve got Sunday in a bag. I’m useless, but not for long — the Comics are coming on.

With the Sunday Comics we’ll meet while rain is falling like rhinestones from the sky.

Should have been Monday, cuz that’s our fun day. But no it’s just another Sunday Comics.

Sunday Comics, for those moments when you wonder if anyone else sees things your way.

The Star’s Sunday Comics: Woke content created by woke people for our current woke times.

Sunday Comics, providing weekly proof that, properly observed by all parties, the Creative Commons is superior to copyright law.