Hi all,
       I received this in my mailbox and felt to share the moment of
laughter it gave to me whith all of you...


>To: The Manager
>YMCA Hotel
>
>28 Sept. 1995
>
>London
>
>Dear signor Direttore,
>                                        now I am tella you story wat I was a
>treated at your 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 bed. How can I
>sleep with no shit in my bed?. So I calla down to reception and tella: "I
>want shit". They tella me "go to toilet". I say "No, no. I want shit in my
>bed". They say "you'd better not shit in your bed, you sonna-wa-bich!!".
>What is sonna-wa-bich?
>        I go down for breakfast into ristorante and I order bacon and eggs
>and two pissis of toast. I tella waitress and point at toast. "I want two
>piss". She tella me "go to toilet". I say "no, no. I want a piss on my
>plate". She then say to me "You'd bloody wella not piss on the plate, you
>sonna-wa-bich!!". That is the second person who noteven know me calla me
>sonna-wa-bich and why is your staff replaying "go to toilet". Is that a
>modern tella? I do not understand, please tella me!.
>        Later I go for dinner in ristorante. Spoon an knife are laid out,
>but no fock. I tella waitress: "I want fock". And she tella me: "Sure,
>everyone wanta fock". I tella her "no, no you don't understand. I wanta fock
>on the table". She tella me "so you sonna-wa-bich wanta fock on the table?
>Get your ass outa here!". So I go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanta
>stay in this hotella no more. When I have pay the bill the porter say to me
>"Thank you, and piss on you!". I say "Piss on you too, you sonna-wa-bich. I
>now go back to Italy !".
>        Direttore, I never gonna stay in your hotella no more, you
>sonna-wa-bich.
>
>        Sincerelly,
>
>                                Dicci Elgre
>
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