Greetings to one, all and everybody. Rosie Ryan ere. Queen of beauty. Patron of the arts and the best shuck jumper in Clougher and surrounding districts. Well, we is having an Indian Summer. I suppose we have auld Ghandi to thank for that. Ghandi was a rare boy. He wore a nappy till the day he dyed. Who kan forget his statesman like speech at Curryville when he said to the British. Dont let the bald head and the nappy fool you. If you dont get out of my cuntry I will kick your arse The British pondered and left immediately. Bon Jovi, my sun, my air, the fruit of my lions is approaching manhood like billy oh. Soon the gangling bundle of elbows, knees and snotters will be transformed into a dapper man about town. Bon Jovi, will have little or no say over his wife. I did knot rear a cub to sea him spend his life with a duck arsed, legging wearing, gum chewing tramp with an illiterate, illegitimate, illicit wain at her heels. When it comes to a wife Bon Jovi will have the kreme dee la kreme. Looks mean nothing. Breeding is everything. I dont care if Bon Jovi marries a girl with the features of a donkey as long as she is steeped in arts, kulture and Irish dancing. Only the best for my boy. Know tramps need apply. I must away now, I kan no longer tarry. Knickers to boil and road kill to prepare for dinner .Laters. . Missing you already. Good luck, good luck, good luck. Rosie Ryan. xxx
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 08:14:56 +0000