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I arrive this week to hotel in America on vacation. Bell man is nice, everything is nice, I settle down and go downstairs to breakfast. Waitress come down and ask what I want. I say I want two piece toast. I wait, then she come, and only give me one piece. I tell here I want two piece. She says go to toilet. I say no, you no understand, I want to piece on table. She say you better no piece on table you sonna ma bietch. I don’t even know the lady and she already call me sonna ma bietch.

I go upstairs and watch television, then come down for dinner. Same waitress come. She give me spoon, and nife, but no fok. I tell here I wanna fok. She said EVERYBODY wanna fok. I say no, you no understand, I wanna fok on the table. She say you better no fok on the table you sonna ma bietch.
I run upstairs angry, and dive into bed. No sheet. I call front office. I tell them I wanna sheet. They say go to toilet. I say no, you no understand, I wanna sheet in my bed. They say you better no sheet in the bed, you sonna ma bietch.

I hang up and sleep long time. I get up, pack, and leave place. As I leave, bell man says piece on you. I say piece on you you sonna ma bietch.

I hate America.