a new pic of me and my new whistle
There’s a demonic antelope sneaking up on you behind that chair, there, Doc.
Or maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me . . .
hmmmmm… maybe this is what you are talking about:
and.. uhh how did you know?
What is this, Chiff and Nipple?
LOL.
And I want a medal for NOT making a joke about West Virginia right now.
We hereby confer upon Bloomfield the Order of the Purple Tongue for acts of outstanding restraint, bravery, and self sacrifice by biting his tongue in the face of babble. 
Nice Mullet!
Time to relaunch the advertising campaign for my wonder product, the Feoprene nipple shield:
That’s not a mullet, it’s a West Virginia Waterfall.
And with that image firmly planted in my head, I can now go to sleep 
(and yes, I am referring to the mullet 
Sorry, that was uncalled for)
Oh, so that’s the term when you skip a shower or two?
I thought a Mullet was a fish!?
~Larry