Lundi 12 décembre 2005 1 12 /12 /2005 23:49
Tous mes amis italiens vivant à l’étranger rient au larmes de ce texte…  Les autres me pardonneront !

The Italian who went to Malta

One day ima gonna Malta to bigga hotel. Inna 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 two 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 ma bitch.

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 onna table. She say you better not fock onna 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 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.
Par Julien Lem - Publié dans : Humour
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