Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 20:48:04 -0400 (EDT)
From: Basse Tille
Subject: BLAGUES-L: Concretement et virtuellement


Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2001 11:21:43 +0200 
From: Jean-Louis Berra 


I am an Italiano 
(must be read with an Italian accent, preferably out loud). 

One day ima gonna Malta to bigga hotel. 

Ina morning I go to eat breakfast.  I tella waitress I wanna two pissis 
toast.  She brings me only one piss.  I tella her I want to piss.  She 
says go to the toilet.  I say you no understand.  I wanna to piss onna 
my plate.  She say you better not piss onna plate, you sonna ma bitch. 

Later I go to eat at the bigga restaurant.  The waitress brings me a 
spoon and a knife but no fock.  I tella her I wanna fock.  She tella me 
everyone wanna fock.  I tella her you no understand.  I wanna fock on 
the table.  She say better not 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 to my room inna hotel and there is no sheit onna my bed.  I 
calla the manager and tella him I wanna sheit.  He tella me to go to the 
toilet.  I say you no understand.  I wanna sheit on my bed.  He say you 
better not sheit onna bed, you sonna ma bitch.  I don't even know the 
man and he calla me a 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.