The New Yorker has a circulation of a million and this has a circulation of zero (rounding to the nearest million). The winner and finalists are just so, so, so, so much funnier than anything the New Yorker ever has for these things. Not even close.
“Fuck, it’s the dream again. I’m on trial, surrounded by tiny non-whale mammals, and I don’t even know what I’m being tried for. Wake up, don’t worry, you’ll wake up, wake up.” — Snazzy Spazz
“Did I mention that my client’s last name is Kennedy?” —Kathy H
“Objection! ANOTHER request for production of documents? Your honor, I believe this discovery process is excessive. And frankly, my client has been made to jump through too many hoops already!” —Stevo Darkly
See index here.
P.S. I linked to this a couple years ago but it’s worth mentioning again. I guess I should put it in the “Cultural” links on the blog.