From Sunday's edition of one of Sweden's largest newspapers:

Rough translation (clockwise):
Frame one:
"Survival".
Our outdoor skills are disappearing. It's as if certain signs don't mean anything anymore.Son: "Look, Dad.. What are those birds doing?"
Dad: "Swedish schools! Again!"
Frame two:
In the jungle, one second's hesitation can be the difference between life and death.Loudspeaker: "Benita to lane three, Benita..."
Person in line: "What the heck.. Is he psychic? He moved
before they even made the announcement!"
Frame three:
Sometimes it's all about making things really unappetizing.Theif 1: "You got the screwdriver, Micke?"
Theif 2: "Are you crazy? Empty drink bottles, banana peels, garbage bags.. a nasty blanket. This must be an addict's car - we going to get hepatitis right away!
Arrow: "The author's car"
Frame four:
There are a few simple rules: don't eat the yellow snow, leave brightly colored insects alone and don't follow the recipe religiously.Husband: "20 nutmeg nuts!! This is going to be expensive..."
Wife: "But good!"