Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 11)

“So only one person arrived at the party before I did?” Tom second-guessed.

“By convention!” cussed Tom airily.

“Boy, will I give you a haircut!” said Tom barbarously.

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

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

“This salad dressing has too much vinegar,” said Tom acidly.

“There’s someone at the front door,” Tom chimed in.

“All right, I will allow the prisoners to wear perfume,” the warden consented.

“I’m losing my hair,” Tom bawled.

“I’m a lot taller than I was yesterday,” said Tom gruesomely.

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

“My garden needs another layer of mulch,” Tom repeated.

“I am not full of hot air,” Tom belched.

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

“I can eat one hundred and forty-four,” Tom boasted grossly.

“2 bdrm furn w 5 appl”, said Tom aptly.

“I will now demonstrate how to dissect a sheep,” delivered Tom.

“The girl has been kidnapped,” said Tom mistakenly.

“That’s already been taken care of,” Tom pretended.

“I’m not leaving the chapel until I finish this painting,” said Michelangelo insistently.

“I told you not to ride that horse,” Tom nagged.