July 20, 2005


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.


His face is a cocktail of pride and overwhelming sadness, really.


This is all that remains on the carrot's port side, while on the starboard...


...it has turned grotesque and almost gangrinous.

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:


A fall from grace of this magnitude is never attractive.


Many have filed past to pay their respects, much in the way the teeming masses feel compelled to see a head of state one last time.

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.


Some people just have a hard time letting go.

Posted by Jeff at July 20, 2005 08:03 AM | TrackBack

Im so sorry mr.mich

Posted by: saladboy at July 27, 2005 12:48 PM
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