Boredom...

I am very sad and lonely, mostly because my playmate isn't... well... playing frankly. Is it wrong of me to want to go to the dirty Wetherspoons 'Curry-oke' night? A thrilling combination of bad singing and awfully bad curry... and yet strangely alluring?

I might go extinct waiting for somebody to drink with me. My god if no one rescues me, well I'll have to go to the gym, for a swim. I'm not even sure they allow monkeys in my gym. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A PICTURE OF A FUCKING CHIMPANZEE.

Somebody. Please come for a drink with me, i'll buy the banana milkshakes.