Giornalmente mi arrivano decine di email con file di una demenzialità  pazzesca. Normalmente filtro tutto in una cartella apposta, per poi cancellare il tutto in altri momenti, ma oggi mi é pervenuto un file mp3 da scompisciarsi.
Grazie a Filippo per avermi migliorato la giornata!

Inserisco anche il testo:

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 onna plate, you sonna ma bitch. 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 wanna fock. I tell her you no understand. I wanna fock on the table. She say you better not fock on the table, you sonna ma bitch. 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 to go to toilet. I say you no understand. I wanna shit on my bed. He say you better not shit onna bed, you sonna ma bitch. 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.