Sally Slipped Silently (Repetition IP)

“Repeat after me, George,” I said. “Sally slipped silently into silky soft slippers.”

“Wait,” he said. “Let me finish my beer.”

“I’m waiting.”

“Right,” he said. “Sal slipped suddenly into Sylvia’s silky soft snapper.”

“I don’t think that’s quite right,” I laughed. “Try again.”

“Sal SLAPPED silently at Sylvia’s silky soft snapper?”

“Christ sake, George!” I said. “There’s no Sal. It's Sally. And nobody’s slapping at anyone’s snapper. It’s a slipper. Sally slipped silently into silky soft slippers period.”

“Well, that’s pretty damn disgusting!”

“What’s disgusting about it, George?”

“Sally’s slippery period. Your grossing me out, man!”

“There’s no period!” I said. “I was just trying to emphasize the exactness of what I was saying. Sally slipped silently into silky soft slippers.”

“OK!” he said. “You don’t have to yell. By the way, who’s round is it?”

“Don’t worry about the next round, George,” I said. “I’ll buy the next round if you say it properly.”

“You’re on,” he said. “Sal slipped his savory sausage side ways into Sylvia’s soft--”

“Stop right there, George,” I said. “We’ve been at this for two hours now. There’s no savory sausage or slippery snappers.”

“I never said anything about a slippery snapper, Paul,” he said.

“Yeah, ya did,” I said.

“No,” he said. “I said exactly what you told me to say. Sylvia slid her slipper onto Sal’s savory sausage.”

“How many beers have we had, George?”

“Too many,” said the bartender. “And if you two idiots don’t shut up about Sally, I’m gonna toss you both out the door. Can’t you fools play darts or pool like normal drunks?”

“Right, I said.

“I didn’t like this game anyway,” said George.

“Thank you,” said the bartender. “Next rounds on me.”