Chris at Spotted Horse has a post that'll make most men a little squeamish. I think he's suffering flashbacks after watching the use of the knife last night. The horror, the horror. Of course, the wedding ring finishes the job, ya know.
Meanwhile, Haverchuk asks, how big are your carrots? In the immortal words of Lili Von Shtupp, "Oh. It's twue. It's twue. It's twue, it's twue!"
