Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 10)

“I insist on naming the first male insect”, said Tom adamantly.

I dropped the toothpaste,” said Tom, crestfallen.

“I’m a broken man,” Tom cracked.

“That just doesn’t add up,” said Tom, nonplussed.

“I used to command a battalion of German ants,” said Tom exuberantly.

“I was absolutely vitrified,” said Tom with a glazed look.

“Let’s spice it up,” said Tom gingerly.

“Don’t let me drown in Egypt!” pleaded Tom, deep in denial.

“I wish I drove a Scandinavian car,” Tom sobbed.

“I could stand to lose 50% of my body weight”, said Tom affably.

“Strike three,” Tom called out.

“I’ve borrowed my sister’s camping gear,” said Tom insistently.

“I wonder if I’d have better luck if I fished with a net,” Tom debated.

“Consult an investment broker,” was Tom’s stock answer.

“OK, you can borrow it again,” Tom relented.

“I’m sure we can fool them into thinking this is pollen,” said Tom beguilingly.

 “Your Honor, you’re crazy!” said Tom judgmentally.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” said Mary guilelessly.

“Some you lose,” said Tom winsomely.

“Those hookers are putting notices in the personals”, Tom advised.

“This game is foul,” Tom groused.