The New Yorker - All Humour

It was filled with things he had purchased on Temu, which he’d recently discovered (much to my mom’s annoyance).

Literally any mom might see me.

You taking an after-dinner stroll? BAM—I hit you with my floodlight. You taking out the trash? BAM—floodlight again.

Drawings from the June 22, 2026, magazine.

A few things to add to the M.S.G. rafters to commemorate the 2026 N.B.A. Finals.