Y.M.C.A. - hotel
LONDON Roma 28 Sept.1995
Dear Signore Direttore,
Noew I am tella you story wot I was a-treated at jour hotella.
I am a-comma from Roma as tourist to London and stay as a-younga christian man at your hotella.
When I comma in my room I see there is no shit in my bed - how can I sleep with no shit in my bed? So I calla down
to receptione an tella: "I wanta shit".
They tella me: "Go to toilet".
I say: "No, no I wanta shit in my bed".
They say: "You better not shit in your bed, you sonna-wa-bitch".
What is sonna-wa-bitch?
I go down for breakfast into restorante. I order bacon and egga and two pissis of toast. I getta only one piss of
toast. I tella waitress, and point at toast: "I wanta piss on my plate".
She then say to me: "You'd bloody wella not piss on the plate, you sonna-wa-bitch".
That is second person who do not even know me calla me "sonna-wa-bitch", and why is your staff replying "Go to toilet",
is that a modern tella? I do not understand, please tella me. Later I go for dinner in your restorante. Spoon and knife
is laid out, but no fock.
I tella waitress: "I wanta fock".
And she tell me: "Sure, everyone wanta fock".
I tella her: "No, no you don't understand me, I wanta fock on the table".
She tella me: "So you wanta fock on the table? Get your ass out of here".
How comma this christian hotell tella the guest in such bed manner? So I go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanta
stay in this hotella no more. When I have paid the a-billa the portier say to me: "Thank you, and piss on You".
I say: "Piss on you too, you sonna-wa-bitch, I now go back to Italy".
Direttore, I never gonna stay in your hotella no more, you sonna-wa-bitch.
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