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There’s an unwritten rule at the Lampoon that our president emails us every week: don’t make jokes about pop culture. Obviously we don’t want to turn Lampy into a more provocative v…

Last week, I started getting targeted ads on Facebook telling me to quit porn. I barely get half of my porn from Facebook, so I don’t really understand why I’m getting these ads. And I me…

From the Desk of EBC, December 2021:

Dear Readers,

I thought an issue about the nuclear apocalypse would be totally uncontroversial, considering that there would certainly be no chance that the wor…

SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: Medically speaking, I have no idea what smoking this magazine will do to your body. Never-ending orgasmic bliss? Maybe. But it'll probably just give you cancer.

Tired? Stressed? Angry? Upset? Anxious? Fearful? Delusional? Cool, me too. 

On the first day, God created the heavens and the earth. “Let there be light,” He said, and there was light. And God saw that it was
good—or, no, ‘good’ wasn’t quit…

Three Gilberts died in the making of this magazine. Two survived.

Dear Reader—

There are times in everyone’s life that they question the nature of time. This is one of those times. Question, I say, question!

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My greatest hope for you all is that you actually know how to read because this issue is full of letters and words. They aren’t hard ones, but they might require a quick peek at the Scrabble di…

Dear Judging Committee for the American Society for Magazine Editors,

I notice you have not been receiving my letters. I can not emphasize enough how much I respect your work, despite the fact that …

Questions people frequently ask me, Zachary D. Goddard, born March 28, 1997, on Nantucket, MA.
What is a Nantucket Sleighride?
When a wounded whale pulls around a whaleboat (to which it is attached via…

Welcome to the Leisure Suit’s Larry’s Leisure Corner. Sit down. Relax. Take a break from laughing at all these funny pieces. Want a drink? It’s on me… Huh? What’s that?…

You ok?

Well fuck my cock in the ass: if this ain’t the first ever PG issue of the Lampoon. Enjoy!

Finally, my very own eschew!
Aw crap, I mean ischew*!
Issue**! Dammit!!!

It’s finally here—the last ever issue of the Harvard Lampoon. Can you believe it took us this long?

Is this a real ad? Yes. Yes, it is, But those tits…are they real too? After a careful examination of the matter was undertaken individually
by each man on the Lampoon, the consensus was yes, th…

I am coming to you live from my shoddily crafted hut mere inches from the rising tide. Did you know that the melting of ice sheets could increase sea levels by a meter or mor–oh shit a seagul…

Hello dear readers. This issue is about this issue. We are five months behind print schedule. The art board is on strike. A very small ink man is yanking my laptop away as I type– sir! excuse m…