Description
Even the Devil needs an alibi. His just happens to involve a sauna stove.
It started innocently enough. A quiet Saturday. A well-heated sauna. Nobody around except one very stoic priest and approximately 90°C of moral ambiguity.
And then — the löyly hit.
Look, he’s not proud of it. Whatever happened in that sauna, whatever decisions were made, whatever was said on the upper bench — it wasn’t him. It was the heat. The steam. The eucalyptus. A man — even a fundamentally evil supernatural entity in a towel — can only be expected to maintain so much composure at these temperatures.
“Sauna made me do it.”
And honestly? The priest has heard worse excuses.
Sauna Made Me Do It is a retro comic-panel masterpiece exploring life’s deepest theological question: if the sauna makes you do something, does it still count? Can you be held spiritually accountable for decisions made above 85°C? Is the upper bench technically neutral ground?
Canon law is silent on the matter. Finnish common law, however, says: what happens in the sauna, stays in the sauna.
Perfect for:
- People who have blamed the sauna for at least one major life decision
- Anyone who has stayed in “just one more round” approximately six times in a row
- Those who consider the sauna a consequence-free zone
- The friend who always pours too much water and then acts surprised
Not all sins require confession. Some just require a cold shower.
