A virile, young Italian sailor was relaxing at his favorite bar, when he
managed to attract a spectacular young blonde. Things progressed to the
point where he invited her back to his apartment, and after some small
talk, they retired to his bedroom where he rattled her senseless. After a
pleasant interlude, he asked with a smile, "So...yousa finish?"

She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No-oh." Surprised, the
young man reached for her and the rattling resumed. This time she thrashed
about wildly and there are screams of passion. The rooting ends, and
again, the young man smiles, and again he asks, "Yousa finish?" And again,
after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him, and
softly says, "No-oh."

Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to outlast him, the young man
reaches for the woman yet again using the last of his strength, he barely
manages it, but they end together, screaming, bucking, clawing, and
ripping the bed sheets. The exhausted man falls onto his back, gasping.
Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly, and
asks again,

"Yousa finish?"

Barely able to speak, she whispers in his ear, "Oh no, I Norwegian."