Trombones Being Mean
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When I was in the 5th grade I joined the school band, and learned to play an instrument-- a baritone--a big, honking, pile of brass. I liked the baritone fine (although it was mighty heavy to carry) but I hated sitting next to the trombones. You see, trombones have a spit valve, which releases spit. They liked to release their spit on my feet. Spit feet, spit feet, I hate spit feet. No more baritone for me.