Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 7)

“I lost my pants in the stock market,” Tom speculated.

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“It’s twelve noon,” Tom chimed in.

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“Would you stop horsing around!” yelled Tom woefully.

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“I manufacture tabletops for shops,” said Tom counterproductively.

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“There’s no need for silence,” Tom allowed.

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“I won’t finish in fifth place,” Tom held forth.

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

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“I have a BA in social work,” said Tom with a degree of concern.

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“Would you like to buy some cod?” asked Tom selfishly.

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“I knew the gun wasn’t loaded,” Tom said blankly.

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“Get out of here!” said Tom believingly.

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“I’ve only enough carpet for the hall and landing,” said Tom with a blank stare.

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

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“That young insect is male,” said Tom buoyantly.

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“I have no recollection of the last twenty-four hours,” said Tom lackadaisically.

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“That’s price-fixing!” said Tom caustically.

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“There, there,” was Tom’s pat answer.

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“All right – we’ll use a water solution”, Tom acquiesced.

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“I know what herb would taste nice with this,” said Tom sagely.

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“It’s the quotient of two integers,” said Tom rationally.

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“I have those totals for you”, Tom added.

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