ricardo?who the feck is ricardo
It was a cold december day some 50 years ago,the street was quiet now, but before it was full of the screams of childbirth, and expletives, wheres that fecking man that done this to me. Now mum lay on the bed,holding this bald bundle and dad was allowed in the bedroom, his eyes opened wide!
Hes beautiful, was all he could say, and he was.
The first neandathal boy, to be born for a million years.
You see i dont do soppy poems,or tell smutty jokes, well i do on the tube, Nope i just get up in the morning and blog. well that is if i havent got a massive hangover, or some red head snuggled up in bed.
Im not on here to pull, ive got enough problems, i just love blogging.
so lets see what happens.
wish there was a spell check on this thing