Dodgy as **** if you blow stuff. http://news.sky.com/story/musicians-in-wind-instrument-health-warning-10548353
It's called the Jass Virus. When the spirit o' Jazz gets up on inside of ya. please log in to view this image please log in to view this image please log in to view this image
Jazz: Never mind the itty bitty details. Just sign here baby. [A contract magically slips into Howard’s hand] Sign here. Howard: In blood? Jazz: [handing him a pen] Biro’s fine. Howard: [takes the pen, signs the contract. He looks at it while handing it back.] What’s this stuff about, ownership of the soul? Jazz: [snatching contract and laughing scarily] Yous is mine, boy! You signed right here! You signed your soul away! Yeah, I own you baby. Every time you pick up an instrument I’ll be there, inside ya, wearin ya like a glove! Your sweet ass is mine! Ow, chika-chika ow. [then, in pain] Ow! [takes hat off head and drops it on the ground] Man, my hat’s on fire! [starts stomping it out]What’s wrong wit you? You blind? Why didn’t you tell me? Howard: Sorry, I… I thought that was your look.
