- Finding Earwigs in your shoes
- Discovering how many of your neighbors and coworkers eschew deoderant.
- Realizing your neighbors have turned into Earwigs.
- Smelling year-old grease burning on your neighbour’s barbecue.
- Realizing it’s not grease; they’re grilling Earwigs.
- Seeing a sexy woman adjusting her Daisy Dukes from behind and realizing she’s actually a man.
- Trying your mother’s potato salad at a picnic, tasting a bad piece of potato and discovering it’s an Earwig.
- Seeing your next-door neighbor stripping out of her flimsy tank top and sitting naked on the balcony. She’s built like John Goodman.
- Watching your air conditioner die on the hottest day of the year.
- Did I mention the Earwigs?
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John Goodman? Why not John Travolta??
finding earwigs in your blog!!!
I think your next-door neighbor waitresses at the restaurant we had dinner at last night. Is her body so oddly shaped that it looks like she wears a pillow under her shirt?
Think Jabba the Slut, Nik.
Have a bit of an earwig fetish do we?
arrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhh
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… and that sexy neighbour on the balcony that looks like John Goodman… did she by any chance, ask you to pull her finger?
add “silverfish”, “ants” and “spiders” to the list, and you’re good
and centipedes.
In my neck of the woods, it’s Black Widow spiders and crickets galore.
Cripes, how come no-one takes the bait!
We’re talking Moosepant-invading, bunnies- and boobs-devouring, weblog bearing, meme destroying EARWIGS!
Everyone, but EVERYONE, write your Member of Parliament, write your Congressman, write your Priest, write the King of the MOON! We are have a major crisis on our hands here.
I say tactical nukes.
Nothing will kill an earwig.
I tried. I smushed it and I heard it crunch.
When I looked at it, it tried to run away.
:wtf::wtf::wtf::wtf::wtf:
This is hilarious. BTW, what’s an earwig?
Earwigs.
I like the tactical nu-clear strike technique.
1 shot
wooooommphhhh!
problem solved
I think a nuclear strike is a bit of overkill, rust. My husband once killed a silverfish with a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal. I am not sure what did the trick: the boiling hot oatmeal, or the shards of ceramic bowl, but either way, that motherfucker was dead, Dead, DEAD! Bwahahahahaha!
Oh, excuse me. Sudden lapse into evilness. Just ignore me. Please.
Thanks, Nikki. After viewing that site, I’m almost sorry I asked….
The only thing worse then finding a worm in your apple is finding half a worm.:-?