Fantastiskt vad vissa kan missförstå varandra på det här forument. Leder mig sökt till denna gamla historia appropå att konstant missförstå:
Dear Signore Direttore!
Now I am a- tella you a story how I was a treated at your Hotella. I am comma from Roma as tourist to London and stay as a younga Christien 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 and tella: - I wanna shit. They tella me: - Go to toilet. I say: - No, no. I wanna shit in my bed. They say: - You better not shit in your bed, you sonnawabitch. What is a sonnawabitch? I go down for brekfast into ristorante. I order bacon and eggs and two pisses of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I tella waitress, and pointa to toast: - I wanna piss. She tella me: - Go to toilet. I say: - No, no. I wanna piss on my plate. She then say to me: - You bloody hella not piss on the plate, you sonnawabitch! Second person who do not even no me calla me sonnawabitch! What is a sonnawabitch? Later I go for dinner in your ristorante. Spoon and knife is laid out, but no fock. I tella waitress: - I wanna fock. And she tella me: - Sure, everyone wanna fock. I tella her: - No, no. You dont understand me. I wanna fock on the table. She tella me: - You sonnawabitch wanna fock on the table? Get your ass out of here. So I go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanna stay in this hotella no more. When I have paid the billa, the portier say to me: - Thank you and peace on you! I say: - Well, piss on you too, you sonnawabitch. I go back to Italy. I never more comma stay your hotella no more, you sonnawabitch.
Man skulle ju kunna tycka att den ständiga sillydiskussionen om Boyce vara eller inte vara borde vara dödad nu men det är väl att hoppas på för mycket. Inte för att snipermålet senast var standard procedure för honom men som kommentatorn konstaterade då, helvete vilken 4-line:are han är
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Dear Signore Direttore!
Now I am a- tella you a story how I was a treated at your Hotella. I am comma from Roma as tourist to London and stay as a younga Christien 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 and tella:
- I wanna shit.
They tella me:
- Go to toilet.
I say:
- No, no. I wanna shit in my bed.
They say:
- You better not shit in your bed, you sonnawabitch.
What is a sonnawabitch? I go down for brekfast into ristorante. I order bacon and eggs and two pisses of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I tella waitress, and pointa to toast:
- I wanna piss.
She tella me:
- Go to toilet.
I say:
- No, no. I wanna piss on my plate.
She then say to me:
- You bloody hella not piss on the plate, you sonnawabitch!
Second person who do not even no me calla me sonnawabitch! What is a sonnawabitch? Later I go for dinner in your ristorante. Spoon and knife is laid out, but no fock. I tella waitress:
- I wanna fock. And she tella me:
- Sure, everyone wanna fock.
I tella her:
- No, no. You dont understand me. I wanna fock on the table.
She tella me:
- You sonnawabitch wanna fock on the table? Get your ass out of here.
So I go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanna stay in this hotella no more. When I have paid the billa, the portier say to me:
- Thank you and peace on you!
I say:
- Well, piss on you too, you sonnawabitch.
I go back to Italy. I never more comma stay your hotella no more, you sonnawabitch.
Sincerely
Enrico Morelli.