Is that a carrot in your pants, or are you just happy to see me??

A gentleman farmer presented Sophie with this carrot:

She tried to give it to me, but I told her I had no need for it, I have Kenny. Although while I think he could go head-to-head (get it???) with him in length, the carrot certainly wins on girth. Thank God, or my uterus would fall out of the gaping hole that thing would leave in it's wake.

Sophie decided to keep the carrot. She said she'd make soup.