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(Italian accent makes him sound like he's swearing when he's not) In the morning I go down to eat breakfast, I said to the waitress I want to pieces of toast, She brings me only one piece, I tell her I want to piece, She said go to the toilet, I say you dont understand, I wanna piece on my plate, she said you better not piss on your plate you son of a bitch, I dont even know the lady and shes calling me son of a bitch I dont need this shit! Later I go down to eat at the big restaurant, the waitress brings me a spoon and a knive, but no fork, I tell her i wanted a fork, she telling me everybody want a fuck, i say you dont understand, I wanna fork on my table, she says you better not fuck on the table you son of a bitch, I dont even know the lady and shes calling me son of a bitch I dont need this shit! So I go back to my room in a hotel, and there are no sheets on the bed, called the manager and tell him I want a sheet, he says go to the toilet, I say you dont understand, I wanna sheet on my bed, he says you better not shit on my bed you son of a bitch, I go to the check out and the man at the desk says 'peace on you', I say 'piss on you too you son of a bitch, Im going back to Italia, holiday dench' I dont need this shit!
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