Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 7)

“I’m not going to give up anything this Easter,” said Tom relentlessly.

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

“Your trousers have come apart!” was Tom’s unseemly comment.

“I am so one of the seven dwarfs!” he said grumpily.

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

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

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

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” said Mary guilelessly.

“If I die, you get everything,” said Tom willingly.

“You find it very large?” said Mr. Podsnap, spaciously

“Monaural and quadraphonic systems are exceptions,” said Tom stereotypically.

“That just doesn’t add up,” said Tom, nonplussed.

“Don’t give me the gears!” said Tom automatically.

“I’m taking this ship back into harbor,” Tom reported.

“I just got another flat,” he said tiredly.

“The prisoners set up a company,” the warden confirmed.

“This Bud’s for you,” said Tom lightly.

“Would you like some soda?” asked Tom caustically.

“This is the fastest way to get drunk,” said Tom quixotically.

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

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