Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 16)

“My pants are too tight,” Tom burst out.

“Give me some Chinese food”, said Tom wantonly.

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

“I teach economics at the university,” Tom professed.

“Life isn’t fair,” said Tom darkly.

“We could have made a fortune canning pineapples,” Tom groaned dolefully.

“The optician probably doesn’t have my glasses ready yet,” Tom speculated.

“I have to wear this cast for another six weeks,” said Tom disjointedly.

“Rowing hurts my hands,” said Tom callously.

“Someone bumped into me while I was brushing my teeth,” said Tom with a gleam in his eye.

“We can’t accommodate any more peripherals,” said Tom bus-ily.

“I’m going window shopping,” said Tom listlessly.

“Those bullets can’t hurt me,” said Tom blankly.

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

“That young insect is female,” said Tom gallantly.

“I write elevator music,” Tom noted.

“I used to feed the lions at the zoo,” said Tom offhandedly.

“England is okay, except there seems to be at least one blood-sucking insect in every outhouse”, said Tom aloofly.

“Elvis is dead,” said Tom expressly.

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

“That’s the last time I’ll stick my arm in a lion’s mouth,” the lion-tamer said off-handedly.