The Italian who went to Detroit
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 toast. She bring only one piss. I tella her I wanna two piss. She say got to the toilet; I say you not understand; I wanna two piss on my plate. She say: You better not piss on the plate, you sonamabitch. I don' even know the lady and sche calls me sonamabitch.
Later, I go to eat lunch at the Drake restaurant. The waitress bringa me a spoon, and a knife but no fock. I tella her I wanna fock, she tell me everybody wanna fock. I tella her you not 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 the bigga hotel and there's no shet on my bed. I calla the manager and tella him I wanna shet, he tellsa me to go to the toilet, I say you not understand, I wanna shet on my 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 saya to me "peace to you"; I say "piss onna you too, you sonamabitch.
I go back to italy.