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Cartoons from This Week’s Issue

A cartoon of a cowboy rounding up three men with a lasso. The words

“Honestly, I only asked you out because I panicked and forgot what to do when you encounter a bear on a trail.”

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A drawing of a desk with things piled on top.

If Your Desk Contains the Following

You have expanded the definition of “work” to mean simply sitting at your desk.

By Dana Maier

Two people kiss at wedding altar. Woman stares longingly at lightbulb.

All My Friends Are Buying Houses and Having Babies

Meanwhile, I am becoming increasingly and worryingly obsessed with bright lights.

By Natalya Lobanova

A person riding their bike.

When a Cyclist Says, “On Your Left”

My brain says: “On your left” means don’t move left. What my body does: Moves left.

By Jiji Lee

 

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Chickens crossing the road in front of car at a “Chicken Crossing” sign.

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Today’s cartoon, by Pia Guerra and Ian Boothby:

A rooster and a hen watch TV in a living room.

“When are we gonna get to the other side?”

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