God sat up and looked around. "Where's that infernal music coming from? Who turned up-Jesus H Christ!"
Jesus materialized before the throne. He was barefoot, as usual, and needed a shave. The eternal hippy. "Yes, Dad?"
"Turn down that praise music. It sounds like an elevator in here."
"My bad-left the door open."
"Again? Were you born in a barn?"
Jesus smiled a shit-eating grin.