Who The Hell Needs A Saxophone

My mate Wilma fancies himself as a bit of a whistler. With the amount of hard graft he dedicates solely to such a budget pursuit, you'd expect him to be a little more accomplished. I'd hope he was too, considering the levels of pain i put my eardrums through every time i walk down the street in his company.

Still, truth be told he gives it some good wellie.




This guy, on the other hand, is absolutely NEXTLEVEL. Mastery of this kind simply cannot go unnoticed. As long as there are breys like this around to set the benchmark, Wilma has a duty to keep improving. And most importantly of all to grow a mullet and a bushy tash.

What a happy place the world would be if that happened.



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