An Italian Guy’s Story

This is a story of an Italian guy when he visits Toronto. You have to speak in an Italian accent to make this jokes more effective!

One daya I go to Toronto and stay in bigga hotel. I go down to eat soma breakfast, I tella the waitress I wanna two pissa toast. She bringa me only one piss. I tella her I wanna two piss; she say, go to toilet, I say you no understand, I wanna two piss on my plate. She say you betta no piss on plate, you sonna ma bitch. I don’t even know lady, ana she calla me sonna ma bitch!

Then, I go to pharmacia with a cougha. The man he give me candy ana tell me fa cough! fa cough ! I say, ‘fa cough’ —- I don’t even know man ana he tella me FA COUGH! – Later I go to eat soma lunch at Ricky’s Place, the waitress she bring me spoon, a knife but no fock. I tella her I wanna fock, She tell me everybody wanna fock. I tella her, you no understand, I wana fock on table. She say you betta not fock on table you sonna ma bitch – I not even know lady, ana she call me sonna ma bitch. So, I go back to my hotel roon, an there’s no sheet on my bed. I calla the manager and tella him I wanna sheet. He tell me to go to toilet. So, I say you no understand, I wanna sheet on bed. He say you betta not sheet on bed you sonna ma bitch. I don’t even know man ana he call me sonna ma bitch—

I go to check out of hotel and man at desk he say peace to you. I say, ‘Peace on you too, you sonna ma bitch!’

I go back to Italy!!!!!!!!

(4)

Loading...

(19 views)