The Italian who went ...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Tue, 11 Jun 1996 08:16:47 +0100


Hiya Folks...

Here's a story involving something of a breakdown in communications...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------

(read with Italian accent, those who cannot, suffer !)

One day ima gonna Chicago to bigga hotel. Ina morning I go down to eat
breakfast. I tella waitress I wanna two pissis toast. She brings me only
one piss. I tella her I want two piss. She say go to the toilet. I say,
you no understand, I wanna piss onna my plate. She say you better no
piss onna plate, you sonna ma bitch. I don't even know the lady and she
call me sonna me bitch !!

Later I go to eat at a bigga restaurant. The waitress brings me a spoon
and a knife, but no fock. I tella her I wanna fock. She tell me everyone
wanna fock. I tell her you no understand, I wanna fock on the table. She
say you better not fock on the table, you sonna ma bitch.

So, I go back to my room inna hotel and there is no shits onna my bed. I
call the manager and tella him I wanna shit. He tell me to go to toilet.
I say you no understand. I wanna shit on my bed. He say you better not
shit onna bed, you sonna ma bitch.

I go to the checkout and the man at the desk say: "Peace on you". I say
piss on you too, you sonna ma bitch, I gonna back to Italy !!!