This is Earl, my rubber chicken. I got him for Christmas and he is one of my best
toys friends. Apparently (according to the box he came in) he is “the ultimate chick magnet” and “was conceived in the back of an old pickup truck in Memphis. A legend in his own mind, he overcame his humble beginnings to bask in the glory of his alter ego “Earlvis”. Now semi-retired from his nightclub gigs, he runs a small honky-tonk joint in Florida where “Earlvis” sightings are occasionally reported.”
But I don’t care about any of that. I just like to bite him and annoy the family with his squawking. My mom even did a little Vine video featuring me and Earl. You can watch it and hear the cool sound he makes below:
Also, here are a couple of neat photos from the day I met Earl.