Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 24)

“Boy, that’s an ugly hippopotamus!” said Tom hypocritically.

“These propulsion systems were used by NASA on moon rockets,” said Tom apologetically.

“The lion has its head caught in the skylight,” said Tom uproariously.

”..,” said Tom blankly.

“I like fuzzy bunnies”, gurgled Tom acutely.

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

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

“Cut it out!” said Tom sharply.

“I only have diamonds, clubs and spades,” said Tom heartlessly.

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

“I can no longer hear anything,” said Tom deftly.

“The situation is grave,” Tom said cryptically.

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

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

“It’s an actual parameter, not a formal parameter,” was Tom’s argument.

“I’m being sent down to the minors,” said Tom beleagueredly.

“I wouldn’t like anything but just that,” said Tom wantonly.

“Hey, what’s it worth if I help you escape from prison?” asked Tom contemptuously.

“That painting makes me laugh”, Tom articulated.

“I chop down trees for a living,” said Tom lumberingly.

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