Admit it, that's kind of hilarious.

We received an email yesterday, a version of which we receive nearly every weekend. Asked a reader:

Missile Dick Chicks [Official site]

This is neither the time nor the place to get into our very conflicted feelings about Park Slope, but suffice it to say we think The Muk Report's proposed t-shirt designs are hilariously funny:

We know many people — OK, at least a few — who spend each week trying to determine the perfect mot juste for The New Yorker's cartoon contest. But little do they know — as one blogger does, and, remarkably, it's not Emily Gordon — there's a single correct answer, good on each week's drawing:

So we actually planned to show up yesterday at No Pants 2006, in which a group of wacky kids were to ride the 6 train pantsless in a bravura bit of street theater. We weren't going to depants, of course, but we thought maybe we'd "happen" to be on the same train so that we could watch things as they happened. (It's rare that our voyeuristic and reportorial instincts so nicely overlap.) But then we suspected that a few people we knew might be among the depantsers, and we didn't want to be recognized. Plus the folks called and offered to buy us a late brunch. So we didn't go.

Mark your calendars, kids, because this Sunday is No-Pants Sunday.

Feel the need to commemorate Radar's short life? So far, two options seem to be available:

We happily start this day with Subservient Donald Trump, pictured above while he was following our orders to "fight." Because we're in the third grade, we actually started by telling him to "poop" — but then he yelled at us.

The Thurber Prize for American Humor was presented last night in a ceremony at — where else? — the Algonquin. The three finalists were America (The Book), by Jon Stewart, Ben Karlin, and David Javerbaum; The Borowitz Report: The Big Book of Shockers, by Andy Borowitz; and Funny in Farsi: A Memoir of Growing Up Iranian in America, by Firoozeh Dumas. Adam Gopnik, one of the three judges, hosted the proceedings. A bookishly humorous (or perhaps humorously bookish?) spy reports:

The Times Magazine's new "Funny Pages" debuts Sunday, and E&P has a preview of this tripartite humor section. It apparently starts on page 41, right after Safire, who we're sure can't be thrilled with the development. (After all these years, etymological humor won't seem nearly as funny anymore.) It contains:

The charming guttersnipes at Yankee Pot Roast present an excellent peek at an editor's letter from Vanity Fair's chief chimney Graydon Carter, surely stolen from an advance copy of an upcoming issue:

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