Unfortunately, I’m doped up on every over-the-counter allergy drugs, so it’s keeping me from fully enjoying these ultra hot Carrot Bottom pictures. I just want to douse him brown sugar, bake him at 450 and then devour him whole. He probably tastes like burnt yams, cocoa butter and V05 oil.
The rope belt isn’t just decoration. It’s holding down Carrot’s weapon of mass destruction and by “weapon of mass destruction” I mean “half-eaten baby carrot.”
Here’s Carrot being sexy hot at the Country Music Awards last night. Phoebe Price couldn’t make it, because she’s in Cannes, so Carrot took her seat-filler position. Hot ginges have to stick together.