Roz Chast has drawn cartoons for the New Yorker for 33 years, and her anxious, slightly terrified characters populate the pages of What I Hate From A to Z, an abecedarium of worry, doom, and gloom that is funny, fresh, and relatable. Just a few of the things Chast hates (and draws): clowns, kites, tunnels, JELL-O 1-2-3, and spontaneous human combustion. And as you might expect, she hates (and draws) many, many more.
Just found the worst page in the entire dictionary. What I saw was disgraceful, disgusting, dishonest, and disingenuous.
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My cat just walked up to the paper shredder and said, “Teach me everything you know.”
“Just because you can’t dance doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dance.” —Alcohol
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My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned 60 and that’s the law.
Q: What do you call an Amish guy with his hand in a horse’s mouth?
A: A mechanic.