This one’s going up a little late, but it’s the end of the semester, so sue me.  I think the New Yorker, in response to our little diversion, had decided not only to print the absolute worst fucking captions, but to also print the dumbest fucking cartoons (“taxi going up the stairs,” anyone?).  This week, however, is comedy gold.  Blow-up doll?  Awesome.  Guys in suits?  Awesome.  And look at guy number two.  What’s he going to do about it?  Nothing.

#1. “Actually, Miss Jiggles here is your new boss, Diego.  Turns out she graduated from Brown.”

#2. “Oh, it’s pretty close to the real thing.  The only thing I miss is the lifeless, dead-eyed sex.”

#3. “You can have it back when you learn how to keep your personal life out of the board room.” 

See you in the comments, jerks.