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God and his Trombone.

I didn't believe in God until he knocked on the door. He was a stocky figure, black with pink palms, receding curly hair, a baggy purple suit with a red shirt, and a long trombone in his right hand.

I asked him if he could play, and he replied that he could work his way through 'God Save the Queen'.