thirty

I'm bored.
I'm under the influence of naughty narcotics.
Someone play with me.
Peas.

30 the filthy communist

P.S. I think I'm going to do some random journal commenting tonight. So if you're reading this because I just soiled your journal with some lame joke and you're wondering, "What the hell is this monkey doing?" please don't be alarmed.

The End.
Breakfast Cereal.

P.P.S. Just added some friends. Sorry if you're one of them.

15+15=30