No. J2K1-97

Look, it's late right now. I'm in the office at midnight to turn in a story, tomorrow at 6:30 a.m. I've got to go to Phoenix to appear in court (it's a long story not involving Christ) and I just remembered I gotta do this Jesus thing. So I dig into a pile of Christs among the common refuse that I like to call "work" on my desk, and come up with this gem. But, seeing as how it's late and this office is too hot and I'm all cranky and shit, I can't remember who sent it to me. It's Christ with an object that appears to be a bowling ball, an image to be treasured, certainly, so don't let me ruin it with my whining. Just look at the thing, and I'll quietly slink out the side door. Okay? Great.