The tale of an Italian who went to US
Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 11:09 am
an italian was asked about his holiday to the US and this is what he had to say
[b]I'ma come here to a hotel.
I go down to eat soma breakfast.
I tella the waiter I wanna two piss toast.
He bringa me only onea piss........
I tella him I wanna two piss....
He say, go to the toilet.
I say you no unnerstan'. I wanna two piss ona my plate.....
He say you better no piss ona a plate you sonna ma bi*tch!
I don't even know the man and he calla me sonna ma bi*tch!!....
Later, I go to eata soma dinner at another restaurant....
The waitress bringa spoon, ana knife, but no fock.....
I say I wanna 'fock'.....
She tella me everybody wanna fork....
I say, you no unnerstan'...I wanna fock on the table.
She say you better not fock on the table you sonna ma bi*tch!
I don't even know the woman an' she calla me sonna ma bi*tch!
So I go back to my hotel, an' there's no sheet on my bed....
I calla the manager an' tella him I wanna sheet on the bed.
He say you better not sheet on the bed, you sonna ma bi*tch!
I don't even know the man an' he calla me sonna ma bi*tch!
So I go to check out and the man at the desk, he say peace to you....
I say piss onna you too, you sonna ma bi*tch!
I go back to Italy.....
I canna look at my owna Pissa there
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[b]I'ma come here to a hotel.
I go down to eat soma breakfast.
I tella the waiter I wanna two piss toast.
He bringa me only onea piss........
I tella him I wanna two piss....
He say, go to the toilet.
I say you no unnerstan'. I wanna two piss ona my plate.....
He say you better no piss ona a plate you sonna ma bi*tch!
I don't even know the man and he calla me sonna ma bi*tch!!....
Later, I go to eata soma dinner at another restaurant....
The waitress bringa spoon, ana knife, but no fock.....
I say I wanna 'fock'.....
She tella me everybody wanna fork....
I say, you no unnerstan'...I wanna fock on the table.
She say you better not fock on the table you sonna ma bi*tch!
I don't even know the woman an' she calla me sonna ma bi*tch!
So I go back to my hotel, an' there's no sheet on my bed....
I calla the manager an' tella him I wanna sheet on the bed.
He say you better not sheet on the bed, you sonna ma bi*tch!
I don't even know the man an' he calla me sonna ma bi*tch!
So I go to check out and the man at the desk, he say peace to you....
I say piss onna you too, you sonna ma bi*tch!
I go back to Italy.....
I canna look at my owna Pissa there
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