Move over, Jesus, it's time to make way for BRUUUUUUUUUUUUCE!
Compare and contrast:
I hope you'll understand why I can't reveal the precise location of the holy silver birch. We don't want middle-aged stadium rock fans turning up and hanging their bandannas from its branches in tribute to the Boss.
All I see is the naked female torso.
I think that says more about you than it does about my photograph, Wilkins.