THE HORROR....THE HORROR....
Oh god no. Not Carrot too. He keeps following me around trying to out do me in everything.
I make a joke about something that looks wierd, he build a comedy act on wierd props. I have a bad hair day, he has to friz out his hair and pluck his eyebrows. I make one collect call and he has to become the spokes person for AT&T.
Hmmm, maybe I can convice him that I donated a kidney....?