The New Yorker - All Humour

You will never take your bed for granted again!

No looking up! If I look up, something bad will happen.

I text my best friend, Coal Lobby, and ask if he wants to play outside. “Sorry, I have to be at the Capitol today,” he replies. He adds a sad emoji. I cry.

Drawings from the November 9, 2026, magazine.

Thinking of throwing that ball for your dog? He might be scamming you.