When I first met CHOMP WOMP, he was snoring loudly next to a large tan spider web in eastern Tennessee. It wasn't until months later when I saw him rattling the bars of his cage in the Lawrence City Zoo that I realized it was the same omnivorous CHOMP WOMP I had heard about all through children's birthday parties across the Midwest and eastern coast of the continental US. Then in August I read of his escape and went on a month long quest to find him. It was in a sticky bar in Burger Kingdom that I saw him sipping a Bloody Mary on damp bar stool drunkenly spilling optimistic quotes about the salvation you find in holding hands with your best friends.
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