I'm a country bumpkin.
I don't get out much.
In the country, we have to make our own entertainment.
I buy big sacks of carrots for Bar-Os (no wait, it gets better).
They are the ones that don't make it to the supermarket. For reasons that will become all too apparent.
(Is the excitement getting too much to bear yet?).
I'm old enough to know better.
A mature aspirant to the Bar for God's sake.
But still find carrot pornography very funny.
The poor chap on the right went to Snips R Uz for a vasectomy. I have a date with the one on the left:-)
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