When one goes to a farmers market or large supermarket with the intention of buying large quantities of long, skinny, withered looking cheap carrots. The soul intention of this purchase is not to make a stew or soup, but to place the carrots up one's rectum for self pleasure. Each carrot needs to be placed in the garbage after one use, hence why large quantities are purchased.
"Hey Stuart whats with that large bag of carrots you have just bought?. Are you making a lovely carrot soup this evening?"
"No Steve, these carrots are not of a high quality, so soup is out of the question. I have bought these to I can insert them in my bottom"
"Ohh I see, I must remember to get some Arse Carrots myself when I am next at the Supermarket"
When one finds the inner strength to overcome the horrific smell of a fat sweaty bottom and engage in some grimacing rimming as a means to reaching the goal of poking the brown eye.
I really wanted to slip Wendy my meaty length in her bottom, however she hinted that I had to grease the back door first with my tongue this would require some serious Spinach Rimming. Only eating a large quantity of Spinach would give me the power to overcome the task in hand as Wendy's ass looked like she had sat on a plate of slugs.