Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 15)

“Do you think I’m a dull person?” Tom asked bluntly.

“Life isn’t fair,” said Tom darkly.

“Some day, people will be able to file lawsuits against computers,” said Tom soothingly.

“I can see you,” peeped Tom with his hands over his eyes.

“I wonder if there’s a number between seven and nine,” said Tom considerately.

“Perhaps I will,” said Tom with all his might.

“Why do you bother? I for one couldn’t….,” said Tom carelessly.

“Can I become a chorister?” Tom inquired.

“I feel so empty,” said Tom vacuously.

“I had an accident in the kitchen,” said Tom with panache.

“It’s not a candy mint, it’s a breath mint”, Tom asserted.

“Someday I’ll run the CIA,” said Tom aspiringly.

“Where’s my pants?” asked Tom briefly.

I dropped the toothpaste,” said Tom, crestfallen.

“I’m burning aromatic substances,” said Tom, incensed.

“One of the ten finalists in the ‘London derriere’ contest had to drop out”, said Tom asininely.

”..,” said Tom blankly.

“That horse looks like a good bet at 20 to 1,” said Tom oddly.

“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I sleep in a wigwam; Tuesdays, Thursdays, and weekends I sleep in a teepee”, said Tom very attentively.

“I’ve deduced that this is the right way,” said Tom pathologically.

“Whenever I put on my scuba gear, I get pins and needles,” said Tom divertingly.