
I dare to postulate that the carrots got so excited at going for a ride in my bag that they peed their bag- probably more than once. I say more than once because they peed the bag to capacity and burst little holes in it to then allow the pee to spread into my backpack. I discovered their dastardly deed when I got to work and opened my bag to get my jump drive. Carrot pee. In my bag. I don't care how a botanist, biologist, nephrologist, or phlebotomist explains this carrot phenomenon; the carrots peed.
Carrots need help.
7 comments:
Your BABY carrots just weren't potty trained. . .
Oh! You make me LAUGH!
that is hillarious! You are so funny. Yay only 5 days til the reunion! Woo hoo!
That's right, April, count down until the day that you can see our talent!
Remember yesterday when I picked up a bag of carrots and you said "watch out they pee" right as the bag relieved itself on my skirt?
Hah! Just blog hopping and this was hilarious!
I want to tell you that, scientifically, the carrots do indeed pee.
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