giovedì 23 giugno 2011

The Italian who went to New York

Il desiderio di un italiano, tra milioni di bigliettini

One day Ima go to New York to a bigga hotel. I go down to eat soma breakfast. I tella the waitress I wanna two piss toast. She branga me only wona piss. I tella her I wanna two piss, she say go to the toilet, I say you no understand. I wanna two piss on my plate. She say you bette r not piss on th plate you sonna ma bitch! I don't even know the lady and she calla me sonna ma bitch.

Later, I go to eat soma lunch at Emma's Restaurant, the waitress bringa me a spoon, and Knife, but no fock. I tell her I wanna fock. She tellsa me everybody wanna fock. I tella her, you no understand, I wanna fock on the table. You sonna ma bitch. I don't even know the lady and she calla me sonna ma bitch.

So I go back to my room inna hotel, an there's no sheet on my bed. I calla the manager ana tell him I wanna sheet. He tells me to go to the toilet. So I say you no understand, I wanna sheet on my bed. He say you better not sheet on the bed, you sonna ma bitch. I don't even know the man and he calla me sonna ma bitch.

I go to check out the man at the desk, he say peace to you. I say piss onna you too, you sonna ma bitch.
I go back to Italy.

2 commenti:

Veronica ha detto...

so svenuta

Unknown ha detto...

pensa io quando in una mega scatola di desideri, ho appoggiato l'occhio su quel bigliettino scritto in italiano... noi comunque, siamo sempre noi!