quinta-feira, outubro 02, 2008

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 to 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 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 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.
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P.S. - Dito pelo Rui era absolutamente hilariante. Aos velhos tempos.

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Tu não percas o "Italian that went to Malta". Por favor! Eu já não sei da minha cópia. Que saudades do nosso jantar em Sines com o Rui a declamar e o António a cantar fado de Coimbra. E depois a sopa de feijão encarnado com arroz, no Apuradinho.