So I...
So I...
So I...
So I...
So I...
So I...
We counted. Six "So Is" in the course of a 20-minute conversation with your date. We could feel her pain, even if she was too busy downing her third Manhattan to feel anything, let alone empty solidarity.
You were like clockwork. Lull in the conversation? So I... Finishing the punchline? So I... Time for *another* drink? So I...
Nice work, So I Guy.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
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