God, hes left as on aur oun.
Christ, what an asshole.
Yeah, there’s something smarmy about the New Yorker’s cartoon caption contest; something vapid, vacuous—hermetic.
Luckily, Modern Arthur has the answer.
Also, the anti-caption contest. The caption-the-ones-they-didn’t-have-us-caption contest. And, yes, McSweeney’s.
well, imressive! I noticed that the main mood of this site is rather pessimistic… why so? life is hard, but it’s up to you to change it for better.