Before I bid goodnight I want to share this hilarious joke that my Dad-in-law shared to me last weekend. It’s about an Italian guy who went to Detroit that everywhere he goes he’s having a hard time talking to people :) Enjoy!!!
Anyway here’s the man story in an Italian talking accent: Wonna day I'ma go to Detroit to a bigga hotel. I go down to eat breakfast. I tella the waitress I wanna two piss’s (pieces) toast. She brings only one piss (piece). I tella her I wanna to piss. She say go to the toilet. I say you no understand. I wanna to piss on my plate. She say, you better no piss on the plate, you sonamabitch! I don’t even know the lady and she call me sonamabitch!
Later, I go to eat lunch at the Drake Restaurant. The waitress bringa me a spoon, and knife but no fock (fork). I tella her I wanna fock, she tellsa me everybody wanna fock. I tell her you no understand, I wanna fock on the table. She say you better not fock on the table, you sonamabitch! So, I go back to my room in hotel, and there’re no shet (bed sheet) on my bed. I calla the manager and tella him I wanna shet. He tellsa me to go to the toilet. So, I say I no understand, I wanna shet on the bed. He say you better not shet on the bed you sonamabitch!
I go to the check out and the man at the desk he say, “Peace to you”, I say piss onna you to, you sonamabitch! I go back to Italy!!!