Word Play Drawings

I'd Just Like To Know What In Hell Is Happening

Way Too General Practitioner

Give A Man A Fish

Oh, God! Here Comes Little Miss Perky

Can I Bring You Something Else To Complain About?

I Can't Believe You Symbolize Peace When You're

Curiosity

If You're On A Budget

They're Harmless When They're Alone

New Yorker November 14th, 1994

And When Did It ?rst Occur To You That Perhaps

Aristotle With A Bust Of Homer:

Dip Me In Hot Caramel

Have You Given Much Thought To What Kind Of Job

New Yorker April 26th, 1999

Looking Pretty Undocumented

Wait A Minute. We're Lemurs! Lemurs!

Now I Wish The War Had Been About The Oil

Is There A Dramaturge In The House?

'little Things'

Hey, Don't Blame Me. I Don't Make The Laws -

Everything About Her Spelled Trouble

Nano A Nano

Flow Chart

I'm Not A Lawyer. I'm Just Drafting

New Yorker August 22nd, 2005

I'm Catching Up On My Inertia

Writer's Block

The Weeds - I Want 'em Whacked

Want To Bitch For One More Lap?

If You're Happy And You Know

I Think This One's In The Bag

I Never Date - I'm Too Niche

Can You Describe This China Shop?

New Yorker November 21st, 1994

I'm Sorry, But So Far Medical Science Hasn't Come

New Yorker August 7th, 2006

New Yorker November 12th, 1960

New Yorker February 6th, 2006

Have You Got Anything That Doesn't Look Like

2nd Period Open-mike Physics

New Yorker November 28th, 2005

Why The Big Nose?

It's Not You. It's Me

This Next Song's About Pain

So - Are You Ready To Reveal Your Sources?

I Have My Pants Put On One Leg At A Time

Don't Think Of Me As Your Stepdad - Think

New Yorker April 18th, 2005

Flotsam Meets Jetsam

You Creep!

Fred, This Is Congressman Morlen

New Yorker June 13th, 1994

You Drive Yourself Too Hard. You Really

I Suppose This Means The Usual Communique. 'a

I Wasn't Born Yesterday

Guilty

How Do You Spell That Word 'ennui' ?

I Wish You Wouldn't Talk About Those Japanese

Hey! Forget Your Troubles. Come

It's Over Clarissa. Our Relationship

New Yorker November 19th, 1984

I'm Terribly Worried About Steve

Does This Ticket Entitle Me To A Hangover?

Mon Cher Monsieur From Armentieres

Which One Of You Has Been Cooling His Heels

Polly Wants A Cracker

New Yorker September 6th, 1941