bobble jesus

If I was bobble jesus and my hands were pressed together in reverent prayer, I bet it'd be because I'd be praying hard for antacids.

And then I'd turn my little plastic head to my left and to my right, and then I would probably wonder where the heck my sneaky bobble disciples had snuck off to. Especially that Judas; I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that fella.

And then I'd try to find a piece of tiny paper and a pen so I could write myself a bobble note to remind myself later to do a full background search on these kind but slightly off guys who have devoted themselves to following me around.

But mostly I'd really just want the antacids.