No. J2K1-133

This Christ has been sitting in my change tray at home for months with nary a complaint. Then I realized: Jesus...money...change...this was not a suitable environment for the Temple-buster! I wrenched him out and tossed him in my briefcase next to an apple. Brought Him to work. Put Him on the desk. Yet I could sense no vibe, pro or con. But what the hell--He's made out of plaster. What was I thinking? Anyway, this is the blondest Christ I've ever seen.