Gosh, Zapinette! (English Edition)

Don't ask me what I've just discovered. Some of my Italian ancestors on my mother's side and therefore on Unky Berky's too, lived in Toledo, holy cow - yeah, the highfalutin say holy Toledo; maybe I did inherit a wee bit of holiness. I m half American too, remember? And now el señor Beriquito, he wanna sapika Sapanish like a bloomin toreador, except that he mixes spaghetti with sangria, which turns your stomach inside out. The two languages are so close you confuse cheese with chips. So when Burriquito, which means lil donkey, greets me with que tal? I greet him back with an Eyetalian swearword which gives him the shingles - hey don't be vulgar, it's not what you think, just a bit spicy.