Bliss by Harry Bliss for December 23, 2019

God doesn’t want your germs.

All dogs go to heaven. And apparently their fleas.

Too late!

“Are you sure we’re in the right line?”

The price to be paid to get your wings …

If they’re getting wings, maybe they need flew shots.

Trust me — getting the flu is even worse when you’re dead.

I guess this isn’t 1918. The line would be longer and the sign would say “vacunas contra la gripe”

Oh, I get it. It’s saintly to get vaccinated so you’re not contagious.

I’m going to Heaven! I’m going to Heaven! I got mine last Thursday!

B-b-but the True Believers are exempt from accursed vaccinations! :-o

“A flea and a fly in a flue were wondering what to do. Let us flea said the fly, let us fly said the flea, so they flew thru a flaw in the flue.”

And if you still don’t want one we have an express elevator for you. Down.

Should say Fly Shots- How angels get their wings.

Karma for the anti-vaxxers?

What the hell.

Should have thought of that before you died.

I thought that all on that path were to be free of all mortal ills. . . . .

Guess I’m not going to Heaven.