Italian Stew!

I managed to sneak in for an early pint yesterday afternoon and sat at the end of the bar at the window end. Close by at the counter were two lovely looking Italian women. As usual with the Sarge, he had to have a nosey and was pretending to read the paper on the other side of the counter from the two Italian birds.

Sarge was raging, cause the women were talking in Italian. 'Dat's what they do in Italy!' he said as he plonked down my pint. Suddenly one of the women burst into English 'Emma come first!' and in a flash the Sarge was back to his paper. she continued:

'Den I come!'
'Den two asses come together'
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By this stage the Sarge began shuffling from foot to foot, doing that little dance he does when he gets agitated.

'I come once-a-more!'
'Two asses, they come together again!'
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Suddenly the Sarge steps back from the counter, folds his arms. Takes a deep breath and pulls in the tummy. Jayzus! I thought the Sarge's eyes were going to explode.

'I come again and pee twice!'
'Then I come one lasta time!'

By this time the Sarge was puffed up like a peacock and glowing pink, ready to burst 'dats disgusting!' he screeches at the two women 'In this country we don't talk about our sex lives in public! Particularly when we don't have any!'

'Hey, coola down man," said one of the Italian women 'Who talkin' abouta sexa? I'm a justa tellin' ma frienda how to spella Mississippi."


The Wise One