Now I am a-tella you a story wot I was a-treated at your hotella.

I am a-comma from Roma as tourist to London an stay as a-younga cristan man at your hotella.

When I comma in my room I see there is no shit in my bed - how can I sleep whit no shit i my bed? So I calla down to the receptione and tella: "I wanta shit". They tella me:
"Go to 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 breakfast into restorante. I order bacon and egga and two pissis of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I tella waitress, and point at toast:
"I wanta piss". She tella me:
"Go to toilet". I say:
"I wata piss on my plate". She then say to me:
"You'd bloody not piss on the plate, you sonna-wa-bitch".

That is the second person who do not even know me calla me "sonna-wa-bitch", an why is your staff replying "Go to toilet", is that a modern tella? I do no understand, Please tella me!

Later I go for dinner in your restorante. Spoon and knife is laid out, but no fock. I tella waitress: "I wanta fock". And she tella me:
"Sure, everyone wanta fock". I say:
"No,no you dont understanda 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!

How comma this cristian hotel tella the guest in such bad manner?

So I go to receptioneand 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 piss on you". I say:
"Piss on you too, you sonna-wa-bitch, I go back to Italy".

Direttore, I never gonna stay in your hotella no more, you sonna-wa-bitch.

Sincerely

Dicci Elgre

Many people at NASA thought it was a casual remark concerning some rival Soviet Cosmonaut. However, upon checking, there was no Mr. Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs. Over the years many people questioned Armstrong as to what the Good luck Mr. Gorsky statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.

Just last year, (on 5 July 1995 in Tampa Bay, FL) while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26-year-old question to Armstrong. This time he finally responded. Mr. Gorsky had finally died and so Neil Armstrong felt he could answer the question.

When he was a kid, he was playing baseball with a friend in the backyard. His friend hits a fly ball which landed in the front of his neighbors bedroom windows. His neighbors were Mr. And Mrs. Gorsky.

As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky. "Oral sex! You want oral sex?! You'll get oral sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!"

Famous Netmyth

- Yes, and you, Madam, are ugly. But tomorrow, I shall be sober.

Lady Astor and Winston Churchill