The slow, morbid decline of Mitch's Penis Carrot continues. It's reaching Schiavo proportions now, with curious onlookers filing by his desk asking to see what little remains of the once plump and juicy vegetable.
And, gentleman that he is, Mitch always obliges.
Interestingly, it appears to have created a new orafice at the base of the appendage.
Necessity really is the mother of invention.
To see how much lustre the mighty carrot penis has lost, you can compare it to a photo shot just a few days ago:
Oddly, Mitch feels the need to inhale the faint aroma of vegetable death, to keep the memory alive, to remember all that was great and good about a carrot cut down in its prime.
Im so sorry mr.mich
Posted by: saladboy at July 27, 2005 12:48 PM