9.4.04

The Italian who went to Malta

Must be read with an Italian accent...

One day ima gonna Malta 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 know the lady and she call me sonna ma bittch.

Later I go to eat at the bigga restaurant. The waitress brings me a spoon and 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. Call the manager and tella him I wanna shit. He tell me go to the toillet. I say you don't 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.

É duro ser Italiano em Malta...

P.S: É lógico que não fui eu que escrevi isto. Com tantos erros de Inglês, acham que sim? Aliás, quem o escreveu na porta da casa-de-banho do McDonald's também não se quis identificar...não sei porquê.

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