Indian Tourist:
You ask it for chips and you get nothing.
Scandinavian Tourist:
Yes, you should tell management.
Indian Tourist:
I pay a dollar for the chips, the chips get stuck, the manager gets my dollar, and I get no chips.
Senegalese Tourist:
Please tell me, what flavor chips did you eventually decide upon?
Indian Tourist:
Who cares! They were paprika rich chips. I like the ridges. I put the tip of my tongue between ridges, because that is where the salty chip dust is!
Scandinavian Tourist:
Yes! That's so true! I love ridges.
Senegalese Tourist:
Yes but ah, what are these chips made from?
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
Excuse me... what?
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
Can you say that again?
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
Yes but, what are these chips, made from?
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
Sorry but, what?
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
I don't understand! Can you say that again?
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
Please one more time!
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
Okay this is embarrassing, but please can you say it a little slower?
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
I am very, very sorry, but I need to know what are these chips made from?
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Senegalese Tourist:
Please one last time...
Indian Tourist:
Porto.
Scandinavian Tourist:
I think he's trying to say "potato".
Senegalese Tourist:
Oh, yes! Po-TA-to! Potato chips!
[laughs hysterically]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:40