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So what about this letter?

The manager
Y M C A Hotel
LONDON


Dear Signore Direttore,

Now I am a-tella you story I was a-trated 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 my bed. How can I sleep with no shit in my bed? So I call down to receptione and tella: ”I wanta shit.” They tella me: ”Go to the toilet.” I say ” No no I wanta shit in my bed.” They say: ”You better not shit in your bed, you sonna-wa-bitch.”

What is sonna-wa-bitch?

I go down for brekfast into ristorante. I order bacon and egga and two pissis of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I tella waitress and pointa at toast: ”I wanta piss.” She tella me: ”Go to toilet.”I say: ”O no, I wanta piss on my plate.” She then say to me : ”Youd bloody wella not piss on the plate, you sonna-wa-bitch.” Second person who do not even know me calla me sonna-wa-bitch.

Later I go for dinner in your ritorante. Spoon and knife is laid out, but no fock. I tella waitress. ”I wanta fock.” And she tella me: ”Sure everyone wanta fock.” I tella her: ” No you do not understand me. I wanta fock on the table.” She tella me”so you sonna-wa-bitch wanta fock on the table!”Get your ass out of here.”

So I go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanta stay in this hotel no more. When I have paid the a-billa the portier say to me: ”Thank you, and peace on you..”

I say ”piss on you too, you sonna-wa-bitch. I go back to Italy. I never more comma stay in your hotella no more, you sonna-wa-bitch.”

Sincerely

Enrico Morelli

Once again Myra brilliant xx
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Good one Myra!

Brilliant hahahaha