The Italian that went to Malta

Sunday Laundry


It's another lazy Sunday afternoon and a friend reminded me of this old joke that has been around on the internet for some time. I just couldn't resist putting it up here. In some ways, it reminds us how sometimes people can just be....

....misunderstood.




The Italian that went to Malta
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(try and put on an Italian accent while reading this)

One day Ima gonna Malta to bigga hotel. Ina Morning I go down to eat breakfast.

I tella waitress, "I wanna two pissis toast."

She brings me only one piss. I tella her, "I want two piss."

She say, "Go to the toilet".

I say, "You no understand. I wanna two piss onna my plate."

She say, "You better not piss on the plate, you sonofabitch!"

I don't even know the lady and she call me sonna ma bitch.


Later I go to eat at the bigga restaurant. The waitress brings me a spoon and knife but no fock.

I tella her, "I wanna fock." She tell me, "Everyone wants a fuck."

I tell her, "You no understand. I wanna fock on the table."

She say, "You better not fuck on the table, you sonafabitch!"

I don't even know the lady and she call me sonna ma bitch!


So I go back to my room inna hotel and there is no shits onna my bed.

I call the manager and tella him, "I wanna shit." He tell me, "Go to toilet."

I say, "You no understand. I wanna shit on my bed."

He say, "You better not shit on the bed, you sonofabitch!"

I don't even know the man and he call me sonna ma bitch.


I go to the checkout and the man at the desk say: "Peace on you".

I say, "Piss on you too, you sonna ma bitch, I gonna back to Italy!"



Arrivederci!