Stop fighting it and just admit that you want to spin on this hot bitch’s roided-up baby carrot stick. Then you want to smear his eyeliner and Wet ‘n Wild foundation with your genitals while you seductively play with his sexy hair clip. Then you want to lick Carrot
Bottom’s Top’s eyebrows, because they taste like chili powder and DEP gel (the combination is addictive). And don’t get me started on that fur burger frying on his chin.
Go home tonight, pull a carrot out and try to tell it that you don’t want to make sweet love to its god, Carrot Top. Look directly at it and try to lie. You won’t be able to……
Okay, I’m starting to scare myself with my CT obsession. I’m backing away and throwing all my carrots out before it’s too late.
Here’s a gorgeous pickled carrot hunk with some douchey guinea pig person at the opening of Tacos and Tequilas in Las Vegas last night.