In order to spare you the horror of horrors, I've declined to add any of the post-steroid photos of Carrot Top. As previously posted, something snapped in his beta-carotine rich head and he transformed from mild-mannered, scrawny, prop-comedian to a hideous, juiced, clownish monster. Even starring in his own feature film could not save the gentle, non-threatening 'Top who once shilled 1-800 ATT in sweeter times. But why mention CT at all?
As Steph D. may recall, one of the more bizarre stories we ran at our time at the Marist Circle was a first-hand account of a party night/makeout session with Carrot Top (written, nor lived, by either of us thank goodness!) I recently stumbled across the piece while archiving some of my writing from long ago and it's still disturbing 10 years later. More frightening is that somewhere in Las Vegas, Carrot groupies are lining up to catch his cosmetically altered eye in hopes of being whisked away in his beefy, rusty, needle-ridden forearms.
In his defense, CT's performance at Marist was pretty funny, though the same routine would be less enjoyable now that it is performed by the orange Incredible Hulk.
