Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 10)

“I’ve been feeding the crocodile,” said Tom offhandedly.

“I just bought a woollen sweater,” said Tom sheepishly.

“Can I go looking for the Grail again?” Tom requested.

“I was adopted,” said Tom transparently.

“This food tastes of plutonium,” said Tom glowingly.

“Emily has put on weight,” said Tom emphatically.

“Cut it out!” said Tom sharply.

“This game is foul,” Tom groused.

“Orgasms are overrated”, said Tom anticlimactically.

“I can’t march any more!” the soldier called haltingly.

“2 bdrm furn w 5 appl”, said Tom aptly.

“I have three houses, and I’m going to buy another,” said Tom forebodingly.

“The policeman charged me twenty bucks for speeding,” said Tom finally.

“The food here is terrible,” he muttered, swallowing his words.

“I’m in the shower,” called out Tom barely audible.

“My giant sea creature died,” Tom wailed blubberingly.

“I just came in through the door,” said Tom, entranced.

“I’m going to get a hair transplant,” said Tom baldly.

“I’ve stopped seeing my therapist”, said Tom unshrinkingly.

“I have a BA in social work,” said Tom with a degree of concern.

“Do you know the location?” asked Tom warily.