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I'd Just Like To Know What In Hell Is Happening
I Love You, And I Want You To Be My Bird
'ip Gissa Gul'
Make That A Double
In A Way, I Am Kind Of Famous. But You've
From The Top - 'watermelon Man.' Let's Sock
'the Berlitz Guide To Parent-teacher Conferences'
Hire the one that said Whom
Your Daughter Is A Pain In The Ass
Hon, I Feel Like Riding Out Into Big-sky Country
Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda. Next!
Bruce Eric Kaplan
Let Me See The First One Again
New Yorker April 5th, 1999
Sorry, But I'm Going To Have To Issue
Think Beautiful Thoughts
New Yorker October 2nd, 1995
Trump Aces The Cognitive Test
A Secretary Informs An Editor
I'll Just Be A Minute - I'm Learning Spanish
Right Now All My Money Is In Poker
Peter C. Vey
New Yorker May 29th, 1995
Mr. And Mrs. Dunlap
Wait A Minute. We're Lemurs! Lemurs!
New Yorker June 5th, 1995
How Much For The Couch Without The Potato?
Of Course I Care About How You Imagined I Thought
New Yorker December 10th, 1990
Mensa Does Improv
Google Translate For Marriagese -- Translated
Locals Resent The Tourists
I Thought The Vaguely Homoerotic Undertones
It Is Wonderful
When We First Started Seeing Each Other
My Career Doesn't Reflect What My Passions
I'm Old Enough To Recognize A Lecture Disguised
Yuck. I Could Make Better Crepes Fourrees Aux
I Worry About Every Little Thing. Barry's More
We're Going To Be Late For The Awkwardly Standing
Pubescents In Space
Oops! There Goes Another Rubber-tree Plant!
A Fork In The Road
Hey, I'll Do The Kvelling Around Here
Bartleson, Are We Cronies Yet?
Cheery Little Flowers
Well, It's Another Brand-new Day. What
I Think That Sort Of Thing Says Infinitely More
Let Me Show You The Ropes
The Chaetodon Capistratus
New Yorker June 17th, 1950
I Find That Incessant Barking Eases The Pain
I'm Not Wasting This Year. I'm Learning Catalan
New Yorker September 23rd, 1991
New Yorker December 7th, 1998
On The One Hand
There's Still Something About A Yalie-smithie
Why Do You Think You Cross The Road?
He Says He Wants A Lawyer
New Yorker May 25th, 1963
You Haven't A Clue What I'm Talking
We'll Start Out By Speaking In Simple Declarative
Really, I'm Fine. It Was Just A Fleeting Sense
Let The Healing Begin!
New Yorker September 14th, 1998
We're Interested In Words
When The Court Questions A Witness
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