New Yorker-approved humor here. “I’m sorry, Brad, but referring to me as ‘the man with the ‘stache’ in front of clients does not fall into the category of acceptable office banter.” “No, I’ve never seen ‘The Office.’ Is that that thing that you and Harold are always giggling about? It probably is.” “Well, you may…
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HAPPY NEW YEAR—So Not the New Yorker Once More!
For New Yorker-approved humor, go here. “I know it’s not much consolation, but in a lot of ways, I’m more of a prisoner than you are.” “I think you know why you’re here. Nobody’s going to miss a couple of dumb teenagers from Hoboken? That was not smart, Larry. That was definitely not smart.” “It’s…
SNTNY!
If you can’t handle intense, one-of-a-kind humor, go here. “Yes, we are having guests for dinner. But you won’t be dining with us.” “You’re the ones who should be worried. I hear that, these days, they’re all gay.” “If you won’t help me find Flossie, I know people who will. Cat people, just like me.”…
Continuously not the New Yorker
“I don’t think I hurt his feelings. I think you hurt his feelings.” “I know, but when he looks at me with those big brown eyes, I just melt.” “Well, she may be a whelping bitch, but she sure doesn’t look like a whelping bitch.” “The whole rolled-up newspaper thing made a lot of sense…
~The New Yorker
For approved humor, go here. “Yeah, this is Les Sylphides. What’s it to ya?” “She works here, but she don’t work for me, if you catch my drift.” “Ten cents a dance? Not exactly. More like two hundred fifty, plus she likes a dozen long stems after the performance. So, no, it’s not for everyone.”…
SNTNY!
If you can’t handle intense, one-of-a-kind humor, go here. “Sorry, this is the last one. Everyone loves the symbolism, but you’re falling way, way behind.” “Reflections on the Revolution in France? Hey, talk about your irony!” “See, Jerry, writing a tell-all novel about the firm wasn’t so funny after all. Be at your desk on…
Cats can talk! Turtles, not so much!
Another puzzler from Bicycle Ben from Harrisburg. Actually, the dude does most of the talking here, which is only right, until another species learns to draw. “Yeah, it is a race of sorts. The first one to figure out what the hell Jerry is doing with the bull fiddle wins.” “I know this is Friday,…
So Not The New Yorker
Go here for the real thing. “It started out as a metaphor, but I lost control. I know it means something, but I don’t know what. Up to my ass in bills? Up to my tie bar in treatises? New York after the Smash? You tell me.” “It’s called diving for paychecks, dude, and the…
Again, NTNY
If you want the official New Yorker cartoon contest, go here. And stop wasting my time. “Yes, I am a stripper. But I’m a very nice stripper.” “How can you eat? Well, why don’t you just leave that to me.” “Okay, this is the part where I question you intensively about your toilet training.” “I…
Attack of the crazed italics-loving captionist
Are italics funny? I seem to be addicted to them. Fasten your comedy seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy flight. Actual, New Yorker-approved captions here. “I am not getting all Fay Wray on your ass. I’m just afraid of heights.” “Hey, I would love a Jaguar for my birthday. But did you see that…