Earwig III: EarWigga Style
Yup. He’s back.
Just in time for a little douchey monday morning cup o’ joe and some HCwD. Earwig gets around almost as much as his hair tries to flee his head.
And now, a HCwD tribute to Earwig inspired by the late, great, Rodney Dangerfield:
I wouldn’t say Earwig was an ugly kid, but his mom had to tie porkchops around his neck so the dog would play with him.
When he played in the sandbox, the cat kept trying to cover him up.
He could tell his parents hated him. His bathtub toys were a toaster and a radio.
His mother breast fed him through a straw.
When he worked in a pet shop customers kept asking how big he would get.
On his last date, a girl called him and said, “Earwig, come over, there’s no one home!” He went over. There was no one home.
Baddaboom…
