No. J2K1-53

Let's say you're down at the rodeo on some sunny afternoon, kicking back, huffing airplane glue, and then it hits you: You're lost. Days later, you're wandering along the freeway, frightened and virtually incoherent, when the authorities pick you up. Of course, you have no I.D., your mind is an empty mass of confusion, and then kindly Officer Franks points at something saftey pinned to your chest.

It's this helpful note, from the good folks down at the Vatican. Thus, the police are able to return you safe and sound to your halfway house.

And you have Jesus to thank! Hats off to Disciple Chad and all his pals at in an office building for this one.