I just had to stick a bucket under my ass and hope for the best after seeing these panty pudding inducing pictures of Carrot Top with a meatball in his mouth. You know, I bet his personal skin meatballs look a lot like that. Well, with a red fern field growing on them, of course.
Gene Simmons and Carrot Versatile shared a romantic dinner together at the ultra elegant Buca di Beppo in Las Vegas last night. This is like a fucked up version of Lady and the Tramp. ManLady and the Roidhead.
Bitches always think I’m joking when I say that my no-no instantly turns into a yes-yes for Carrot Top. This is not a joke. I’d ride that Carrot until it turned pureed carrots. I’d mash that shit down faster than a fucking Beaba Babycooker. My ass would look like that bowl of spaghetti when I was done with him. And that’s the ugly, horrifying truth.