Whipping boy!

It's finally arrived in the mail. My own personal whipping boy. I ordered months and months ago and it has been on back order apparently. It was reasonably affordable too I had plenty of extra on my credit card to purchase it despite having ordered that do it yourself Demon summoning kit (which was a total bust the demon I summoned was a five inch demon of terrible itchyness and while humorous did not exact the total revenge I was hoping for on jimmy kimmel for having such a terrible show) and the toilet bowl cleanser that I needed last month. This whipping boy will be so nice to have when my boss wants to yell at me for screwing up another order of homemade deer musk (our brand is called THE BUCK STOPS HERE MUSK) you probably shouldn't ask how we make it. see when I mess it up though I can send in the whipping boy to be yelled at and to have his tongue scraped by the boss (a punitive measure that has been recently implemented at our place of employment). I'm so excited.

Announcement!

I would like to announce my return to the glorious sport of Underwater Turnip Tossing. I know It has been a few short months since my retirement. I have in the mean time pursued many dreams of mine including my greatest dream to join the white house official barbershop quartet. But my heighth which is so helpful for Underwater Turnip Tossing has been a hinderance to my efforts in other areas. A man of 5'10" Just can't sing the tag line for "Coney Island Baby" down on one knee and not get lost to those sitting on the back row of the auditorium. So I have bid my fellow barbershopians farewell and I will return to the sport that made me rich and famous. I hope this clears up the rumors and confusion made prevalent recently in the tabloids about my joining the nude skydiving team. Thank you and I will see you all with my whisket in hand at the bottom of the pool soon. Go Cody Wyoming Whifflers!