> > >> This is hysterical - read it out loud (quietly of
 course). 
               > > >> Be warned, you're going to find yourself talking
 "funny" 
               > > >> for a while after reading this.  It was nominated
 "Best email of 
               > > >> 1997."  It is a telephonic exchange between a
 hotel guest and 
               > > >> room-service at a hotel in Asia.  The call was
 recorded and 
               > > >> published in the Far East Economic Review. 
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       > Room Service:   Morny. Ruin sorbees. 
       > Guest:   Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service. 
       > RS:   Rye . . . Ruin sorbees . . . morny! Djewish to odor 
       >       sunteen?? 
       > G:     Uh . . . yes . . . I'd like some bacon and eggs. 
       > RS:   Ow July den? 
       > G:    What?? 
       > RS:   Ow July den? . . . pry, boy, pooch? 
       > G :   Oh, the eggs!  How do I like them?  Sorry, scrambled  
       >            please. 
       > RS:   Ow July dee bayhcem . . . crease? 
       > G:     Crisp will be fine. 
       > RS :  Hokay.  An San tos? 
       > G:     What? 
       > RS:   San tos.  July San tos? 
       > G:     I don't think so. 
       > RS:   No?   Judo one toes?? 
       > G:     I feel really bad about this, but I dont know what 
       >            "judo one toes" means. 
       > RS:   Toes! toes! . . . why djew Don Juan toes?  Ow bow  
       >        singlish mopping we bother? 
       > G:     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 . . . tea . . . mill? 
       > G:    Yes. Coffee please, and that's all. 
       > RS:   One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease 
       >        baychem, tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh,
 and copy
       > 
       > . . . rye?? 
       > G:    Whatever you say. 
       > RS:   Tendjewberrymud. 
       > G :   You're welcome. 
       >