Dim the lights and add some eerie Kubrick-style instrumentals and you have the makings of the next cult Horror flick: Chumley, Unleashed.
(turn the sound down for the full effect and if you have some chilling tunes on your computer, all the better.)
Here are some other working titles, thanks to my sister...
Night of the Living CHUMLEY
Texas Chainsaw CHUMLEY
A CHUMLEY on Elm Street
I Know What You Did Last Summer, CHUMLEY
6 comments:
OK, Goofball, has it ever occurred to you that maybe Chum's reacting to constantly having a camera shoved in his face? I'd probably be biting and scratching you, too. Oh, who am I kidding, he's psycho!
I know you'll think I'm nuts, but I find it crazy adorable when Chumley does that bat-bat-bat with both of his little paws, like a boxer in the ring. Ha!
Well, I guess its because I don't have to live with it day in and day out. But, nonetheless, he is crazy cute!
Does he ever get that way with Wrigs? What does he do?
I've seem much worse from Chumley, actually.
Oh, and Joe has his own version of Chumleys love Bear. It's his bed. He humps the crap out of it every day.
Um...are you wearing teflon pants or something?? Is he biting you?? I hope to god whatever that fabric is, it's teeth-proof!
By the way, you've got to go do this now:
http://christinadownloaded.squarespace.com/downloads/2007/8/7/spreading-the-love.html
Those were just thin yoga pants. His fangs went right through the lightweight cotton. Come to think of it, they also slice through jeans with no problem. So really nothing is teeth-proof. Except maybe a suit of armor?
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