Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I'm 82, you know.

I'm going out to the street now – people are making snowmen there, I'll be moving the carrots around.

I can hardly imagine an old man moving carrots around snowmen. It would be even cooler if, after the joke, he would be rolling on the ground laughing and proud of his wit.

Or maybe I'll just eat them.

It's quite problematic to eat carrots at that age. :)