Is this the only comic that can be made about the Taliban without me getting my head cut off? Maybe, only time will tell, and I’ve heard time is being coy these days about telling us anything.
So yes! I am totally a dad now! Little Man is coming up to his third week of life, and his geopolitical opinions are a little rough around the edges. It’s ok, we have time to iron them out I’m sure. I had a whole lot of great gags written here but WordPress deleted it all. So this post is going to be much more brief.
Auckland just got it’s first lockdown in about a year due to someone walking in some Delta variant from Australia. Nice one guys I hope it was worth it. Although in all honesty I haven’t noticed any difference. I’ve been on paternity leave lockdown since Little Man was born. So my life has not been impacted at all.
A roomful of gods (including God) are standing around with drinks, bitching about the year in the time honoured tradition of Christmas parties. Perhaps an angel or more exotic minion is handing out hors d'oeuvres.
“Man, remember the days when you couldn’t turn around without tripping over a worshipper?”
“Yeah. Those were good times.”
“I’m doing just fine.”
The gods turn to see an odd-looking newcomer in their midst.
“And you’re the god of what, exactly?”
A man is sitting on the toilet with a slightly guilty but ultimately content and happy expression on his face.
The dialogue text carries on from the second into the third panel.
“Butt-warmed toilet seats.”
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