Just Damn Funny

It wouldn’t be fair to describe my upbringing as Pagan. Paganism implies that one worships something, be it the Sun God Ra, the trickster Pan, or Zeus, God of Thunder and Lightning. No, my formative years were largely devoid of religion. Specifically, my family aligned itself with a brand of Unitarianism that required no actual… »

Okay, let’s get this straight, right out of the box: Just because a joke mentions a particular religion, gender, sexual proclivity or race doesn’t mean it’s offensive. And if you think they are, well, fuck you. See, now that’s offensive! It’s important to be able to tell the difference. We learned those rules early on… »

The morning had been as usual as most any other. I tapped my way down the sidewalk at the appointed hour, and reached the subway platform about ten to six. It was warm down there, but at least there weren’t too many people. Half a dozen, maybe.

As I walked toward my regular pillar to wait,… »

A few months ago we ran a joke about a talking dog. People loved it. It was cute, had a funny lead-in, a bunch of cursing in the body paragraphs, booze references were sprinkled liberally throughout the page and it finished with an unexpected, roundhouse-to-the-balls, punch-line. Since then we’ve been getting requests to again run… »

Have you ever had a conversation with a non-drinker? It’s like eating sand and snorting chalk. It’s like plastic flowers. It’s conversational Styrofoam and as sexy as a K-Mart bra.
Reformed drinkers can be interesting, but teetotalers give us insight into a hell beyond Dante’s: one of platitudes, clichés, and an eternity of tedium. Arguably even… »

International Hippie experts are at odds over the causes, but all agree that the once thriving Hippie population of San Pedro de Atitlán is in serious decline.

Bernard Simpkins of the International Hippie Observational Consortium (IHOC) stated at a recent press conference that, “…unless radical steps are taken to support the San Pedro Hippie, this once… »

Not a small number of readers have written in to inquire about the ethnographic content of Nim Po’t’s (charming) advertisement in the last issue of La Cuadra.
Well, in the first place it all goes to show that participant observation can be a grueling experience in the contested, multivocal and polysemic sociopolitical reality of the modern… »

Holy Leg Humpin’ Jesus, there’s just no pleasing some people! The staff of La Cuadra work our livers out for our readers’ edification, hoping also to bring some laughter to our ever darkening world. It’s a difficult balance to strike – whether we should enlighten or entertain – and sometimes we have to… »

For those of you who did not know Brendan, he was a “right cunt.” Now before you abandon this story hear me out. A: Brendan would be first to refer to himself in this way. B: Any story about Brendan must include heaps of vulgar language or it will lack — how shall… »

In New York City’s last days - before the Disney-fication of 42nd Street, before we were all Starbucked and mind-fucked into paying 6 bucks for a cup of coffee, before Rudy, before the smoking ban, before studio apartments in Brooklyn cost two thousand arms and a ball, one last glimmer of light shone forth from… »