Some say it’s The New Yorker (and actually, it seems to be The New Yorker that says that). I’m thinking it’s Cracked.

When I was a kid, Cracked was the lame humor magazine you read only if you were bored and somebody had left it behind, or if Mad was sold out, or if you’d already Mad. And once you outgrew Mad, while you might think fondly back onto it, you’d never even recall that Cracked existed.
No more. An old fan (a lawyer, to boot!) bought the magazine, quit the lawyering gig, and has relaunched it as something fresh and funny. Whereas the magazine was once written by failed advertising men, now it’s written by writers for The Simpsons and Comedy Central. Y’know: funny people. I keep it at my office and young or old, everyone who comes to visit me busts a gut laughing. (And at the magazine, as well.)

Click here to subscribe to Cracked. You’ll be glad you did. It’s just twelve measley bucks and your local mail carrier — especially the one I know personally — will look at you with new admiration. And isn’t that what we all want, to be admired by the mail carrier?

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