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In fact, they can do just about anything, according to Bicycle Ben, Harrisburg’s answer to Hans Arp. But who is talking here? Not the cyclist, obviously. He’s got too much on his mind. But the cats might have something to say, and even the chick, not to mention an omniscient voice-over. See if you can…

It does look like the analyst is talking here in this New Yorker cartoon. But why waste a centaur? I don’t understand. Go here to see the New Yorker cartoon contest.  “Hell yes I blame my parents! Wouldn’t you?” “Recognition I get, but what I want is chicks.” “I shit on this guy’s rug once,…

So who is talking? It seems like both of them are. So what are they saying? As the man says, you pays your money and you takes your choice. Rick: “Save it for the shower, girlfriend.” Rick: “Stop talking and pull my damn finger.” Rick: “That is so not high C.” Rick: “Do that one…

The rats are doing all of the talking in this latest exercise in Harrisburg surrealism. More cartoons here. “I have no idea either, but if it will get us a flat-screen I’m for it.” “Because he has no life, that’s why.” “Yeah, the sign’s shitty, the cheese is shitty, everything is shitty, but I’m still…

Want award-winning New Yorker-style humor? Go here. If you’re lazy, read this: “Oh, I like Ramblin’ Mondays. It’s Flamenco Tuesdays I can’t stand.” “‘Dylanesque’? ‘Dylany’ would be more than generous.” “Well, I’m screwed. There’s no way I can handle ‘Melancholy Baby’ in b flat.” “He should have left this one entirely to Beyoncé.” “Yes, his…

This week’s cartoon is submitted by Ben, that bike-ridin’ fool from Harrisburg, PA. Ben “explains” that this is a surrealistic cartoon. Well, being literary tends to make one literal, so I assumed that that object in the foreground is a foot, belonging to someone who I’ll also assume is a guy and the dog’s owner….

Okay, I guess it’s going to be cartoon Mondays from now on. We’ll move the jazz videos to Tuesday. For prize-winning captions from the New Yorker, unlike these, go here. “All right. This is a hostile takeover. But not an impossible one.” “Yes, I did claw my way to the top. Are there any more…

Well, it isn’t. The New Yorker has a cartoon captioning contest, which I have never won, at least in part because I have never entered it. Anyway, if I ever did enter it, this is what I might come up with. “Which one of youse guys is called ‘Frenchie’?” “That is so gay.” “‘Cookie’ Lavegetto,…