Yes, you’re right about the biskuttini.

Dawn kien jghidom nannuwi (b’kunjom wiehed):
Biex taqta l-h**i trid taqta’ z-z**b!
L-ghamar ohla mil-gh**x.
Bewla bla bassa qisa torri mighajr ghassa.
Bikja ta’ mara bewla ta’ kelb.

Qawl iehor, did-darba mehud mill- ‘Il-Qawl Iqul’ ta’ De’ Conti Manduca

Translation: The farmer’s arse is always sunburnt.

[Daphne – Or better still, ‘your butt in my butt’, given that ‘ghajn’ can also mean ‘sorm’.]

The expression in question being a hard-to-get-at itch, seeing that a priest in those days generally wore several layers of long garments.

Try telling that to Muscat Azzopardi who had published a school book with “xidja f’sorm il-patri” and most other vulgarities above some thirty years ago.

My old man said be a city fan;
I said bollocks you’re a cunt;
I’d rather shag a bucket with a big hole in it,
then be a City fan for just one minute…
http://www.red11.org/mufc/sound/mp3/MyOldMan.mp3

[Daphne – You lot are going to get me into trouble with the police again. And now there’s going to be a story on Maltastar about how I’m using this sajt to promote swearing among the impressionable – like Twanny.]

Imma wicca ghad-dawl, u dawk l-ohrajn kolla jahrawn fejn ixommuh … u Piano pastizzi f-halq il-hmir.