Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 24)

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

“I can talk faster than you,” Tom expressed.

“I really like hot dogs,” he said with relish.

“I’m losing my hair,” Tom bawled.

“Hey, you’re on my foot!” said Tom standoffishly.

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

“I need a pencil sharpener,” said Tom bluntly.

“I’ve joined the Airborne Medical Corps,” said Tom paradoxically.

“Congratulations; you graduated,” said Tom diplomatically.

“I’ve been having an incontinence problem,” Tom gushed.

“I prefer trout to salmon,” Tom said officiously.

“There, there,” was Tom’s pat answer.

“Sorry! I’ve accidentally pierced your cheek instead,” said Tom mysteriously.

“There’s nothing wrong with demons,” Tom said implicitly.

“I’ve got another @#$%*! insect in my pants”, said Tom adamantly.

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

“What’s a wide-angle lens?” asked Tom obtusely.

“I always eat at McDonald’s”, said Tom archly.

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

“This is the wrong tree,” Tom barked, as he climbed up.

“I have a delivery of shoes for the prisoners,” said Tom consolingly.