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Ah, yes. It is I… the glimmering, divinely fabulous, gold-plated disk of destiny. While some coins jingle in your pocket—*I radiate holiness from a clear plastic fortress*. One side of me beams with the serene smirk of the Big Papa of Peace, while the other side has me quoting deep scripture like a sheep-whisperer on a mission. 🐾
Let’s be clear—I’m not your average “flip-for-heads-or-tails” kind of coin. No sir. I am 1.57 inches of circular sanctity and 0.12 inches of theological thiccness. Gilded in shimmering gold that’s classier than a Sunday robe and tougher than grandma’s fruitcake. My edge? Flat—but emotionally well-rounded. 💎
Some folks wear crosses around their necks. I carry one on my back—literally. That’s how committed I am. And yes, I come encased in crystal-clear plastic because holiness deserves protection from grubby fingers and errant snack crumbs. Don’t judge me, I’ve seen things. 🔑
Oh, and about that verse. Luke 15:4? Yeah. I carry that like a badge of honor. I don’t just sparkle, I preach. Picture me gently whispering into your desk drawer: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them… bro, would you not leave the 99 and go fetch that woolly rascal?” 👣 🐄
Let’s face it, I’m a spiritual hype man disguised as a fancy pocket relic. Display me proudly, gift me to that one friend who’s this close to becoming a monk, or just keep me near as a golden reminder that faith can, in fact, shine brighter than LED Christmas lights. 👀 ⭐
Anyway, enough about me. Wait—no. More about me. Add me to cart, and let your soul do a little happy dance. You know you want to. 💰 😎
