Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 20)

“I’m about to hit the golf ball,” Tom forewarned.

“You have the right to remain silent,” said Tom arrestingly.

“I don’t work here on a regular basis,” said Tom casually.

“I’m wearing a ribbon round my arm,” said Tom with abandon.

“I make the armor out of chain links,” Tom replied by mail.

“We’re off to Scotland,” said Tom clandestinely.

“Well, I got here with five minutes to spare,” said Tom bitterly.

“I hear a brook,” Tom babbled.

“I’ve stuck a pin through my nose,” said Tom punctually.

“I don’t want to rewrite this in prose,” said Tom aversely.

“Don’t you know my name?” asked Tom swiftly.

“Don’t call me a oddball,” Tom replied evenly.

“That’s nothing!” said Tom naughtily.

“This tooth extraction could take for ever,” said Tom with infinite wisdom.

“I have to check the score on this exam again,” Tom remarked.

“What are these berries?” Tom rasped.

“I want to date other women,” said Tom unsteadily.

“Thank you so much, Monsieur,” said Tom mercifully.

“I’ve dug myself into a hole,” Tom said gravely.

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

“That’s especially stupid!” said Tom superciliously.