To my darling Beverly,
I have decided to follow my dream and move to NYC to become a Broadway star. After touring the West coast I have found my true calling and Broadway is where I belong. I haven't yet told my side kick Wrigley, I need to do this alone. He cramps my style, plus he has a lot of gas.
I know this may seem a bit forward but until I get my bearings, is it possible I stay at your pad in Brooklyn? I don't think your mommy would mind, but Elvis may be a problem. Does he still drool? That bothers me somewhat. I'll search for drool cups on ebay before I depart.
Anyway, I've decided to rent a Harley and ride cross country. I've got some gigs lined up along the way so my ETA is yet to be determined. I'll have my blackberry in my fanny pack so we'll stay in touch. Until then, I'll leave you with a picture of me in my Harley gear.
Look how I can lift my leg so high:
Just something I learned while passing through Bangkok.
Peep out,
Dame Chumley
(that's my stage name but you can still call me "fluffy lover")
8 comments:
Good grief what does Chumley have on? I had no idea he was into BDSM.
Naughty Boy Chum ... xoxo.
I love this photo of Bev--she looks like such a wild child. Watch out, Chum!
Chum' is a pimp! Too Cute :)
So funny : ). I came over at Happy Wife's recomendation and she is right, you are hilarious : ).
Dear Chumley,
I do not want to date a theater dork. You better rethink your visit, you tap-dancing fruitcake.
Beverly.
Oh my!! My feather boa wearing Tyson is impressed with the leather.
Question: How did you get him into that thing without him biting your face/hand/arm off? Oven mitts? It's hard enough to dress a baby, but Chumley must be nearly impossible.
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