From Down The Rabbit Hole:
Lying on the bed with an upturned arse one quietly pursued the art of eyebrow grooming. He slid in the room and stood there quietly for a moment before he started to fossick around.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m trying to decide which of these implements to use on your arse” He replied.
Turning slightly one saw Him perusing and fondling the contents of the whack rack in a rather alarming manner.
“For gods sake why?”
“Well I don’t have a shirt and I thought that it was a cry for help” He replied, as though it was the most logical conclusion.
“Whack rack” — I love it. We’ve got one, I just didn’t know what to call it!