Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 12)

“The censors took all the dirty bits out of my show,” said Tom deludedly.

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

“Another work week begins,” said Tom mundanely.

“3.14159265,” Tom said piously.

“This boat leaks,” said Tom balefully.

“It’s just gold leaf”, said Tom guiltily.

“I wonder if there’s a number between seven and nine,” said Tom considerately.

“No, I won’t give you a note saying you’re excused,” said Tom unwaveringly.

“Do you think I’m a dull person?” Tom asked bluntly.

“I don’t like going to museums,” he said artlessly.

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

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

“Some day, people will be able to file lawsuits against computers,” said Tom soothingly.

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

“Why shouldn’t I stir my yoghurt with a ballpoint pen?” Tom bickered.

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

“Take me to the dance,” Mary bawled.

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

“Who was in the sauna with you while I was at work today?” she asked hotly.

“You must be my host,” Tom guessed.

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