I once found a chip that had the image of Christ on it. Something like this...
I bit into the chip and it started bleeding. I had an epiphany and was ready to confess my sins and turn my life over to Christ, until I remembered I had an open sore in my mouth from french-kissing a possum earlier in the day, and the blood had nothing to do with the potato chip.
I am back to my heathen ways.