Weasel A.

This is best read out loud. Beware, you'll be talking daft for a while afterwards. The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room service at a hotel in Asia. Room Service (RS): Morny. Ruin sorbees. Guest (G): Sorry, I thought I dialed room service. RS: Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Jewish to odor sunteen? G: Uh..yes..This is Room 944. I'd like some bacon and eggs. RS: Ow July den? G: What? RS: Ow July den?...pry, boy, perch? G: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please. RS: Ow July dee baychem...crease? G: Crisp will be fine. RS: Hokay. An son toes? G: What? RS: San toes. July son toes? G: I don't think so. RS: No? Judo won toes? G: I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what "judo won toes" means. RS: Toes! Toes!...why judo won toes? Ow bow toss mopping we bother? G: Toasted english muffin! I've got it! You were saying "toast." Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine. RS: We bother? G: No..just put the bother on the side. RS: Wad? G: I mean butter...just put it on the side. RS: Copy? G: Sorry? RS: Copy! July son copy? Son tea? Son mill? G: Yes. Coffee please, and that's all. RS: Wan minnie. Hokay...ass ruin nine porty pore, strangle ache, crease baychem, toss singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy....rye? G: Whatever you say. RS: Tendjewberrymud. G: You're welcome.

funniness: 6.45

rating: G