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I'd Just Like To Know What In Hell Is Happening
'ip Gissa Gul'
What Are You - Some Kind Of Justice Freak?
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'
Your Daughter Is A Pain In The Ass
Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda. Next!
Bruce Eric Kaplan
Sorry, But I'm Going To Have To Issue
Hon, I Feel Like Riding Out Into Big-sky Country
Right Now All My Money Is In Poker
Peter C. Vey
New Yorker May 29th, 1995
New Yorker April 5th, 1999
Wait A Minute. We're Lemurs! Lemurs!
A Secretary Informs An Editor
New Yorker October 2nd, 1995
Of Course I Care About How You Imagined I Thought
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Let Me See The First One Again
Next Year, Let's Go Someplace Where The Locals
I Thought The Vaguely Homoerotic Undertones
When We First Started Seeing Each Other
My Career Doesn't Reflect What My Passions
I'm Old Enough To Recognize A Lecture Disguised
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?
Well, It's Another Brand-new Day. What
I Think That Sort Of Thing Says Infinitely More
New Yorker February 3rd, 1992
Yuck. I Could Make Better Crepes Fourrees Aux
Let Me Show You The Ropes
Cheery Little Flowers
The Chaetodon Capistratus
Mr. And Mrs. Dunlap
Mensa Does Improv
New Yorker December 7th, 1998
On The One Hand
How Much For The Couch Without The Potato?
You Haven't A Clue What I'm Talking
New Yorker March 7th, 1977
We'll Start Out By Speaking In Simple Declarative
Really, I'm Fine. It Was Just A Fleeting Sense
I Find That Incessant Barking Eases The Pain
I'm Not Wasting This Year. I'm Learning Catalan
New Yorker July 16th, 1973
How Little We Really Own
Why? You Cross The Road Because It's
The Ablative Or The Dative
It's Fancy-schmantzy. I Just Wanted Fancy
There's Still Something About A Yalie-smithie
When The Court Questions A Witness
New Yorker September 5th, 1988
Why Do You Think You Cross The Road?
That Metallic Grinding Means Her Throwout
Get Your Polka-dot Butt Out Of My Leaves!
It's Not Difficult - You Go 'hi
I Feel Like Tearing Off All Your Clothes
Yes, Sir, Fat Free - Straight From The Gym
New Yorker September 14th, 1998
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