14) Letter from  our Italian correspondent

One day Ima gonna to Detroit to a bigga hotel. Ina morning, I go down to eat breakfast. I tella the waitress I wanna two piss's toast. She bring me only one piss. I tella her I wanna two piss on my plate. She says you better no piss on the plate, you sonna na bitch. I don't even know the lady and she call me a sonna na bitch.

Later I go out to eat at the bigga restaurant. The waitress bring me a spoon and knife, but no fock. I tell her I wanna fock. She tells me everyone wanna fock. I tella her, "You no understand, I wanna fock on the table." She say you better not fock on the table, you sonna na bitch.

Sio I go back to my room ina hotel and there isa no shits ona my bed. I calla the manager to tella him I wanna shit. He tells me to go to the toilet. I say you no understand, I wanna shit ina the  bed. He say you better no shit on the bed, you sonna na bitch.

I go to the check out and the man at the desk say "Peace to You". I say piss on you, too, you sonna na bitch. I gonna back to Italy.

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