Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 16)

“I wish I drove a Scandinavian car,” Tom sobbed.

“I’ve joined the Airborne Medical Corps,” said Tom paradoxically.

“Elvis is dead,” said Tom expressly.

“He’s a boring chap,” said Tom indulgently.

“The stock market’s going up,” said Tom bullishly.

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

“It’s twelve noon,” Tom chimed in.

“I was adopted,” said Tom transparently.

“I make the armor out of chain links,” Tom replied by mail.

“There must be a power cut,” said Tom delightedly.

“By convention!” cussed Tom airily.

“This food tastes of plutonium,” said Tom glowingly.

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

“I need a pencil sharpener,” said Tom bluntly.

“I guess she fell off the motorcycle,” said Tom ruthlessly.

“I’m in the shower,” called out Tom barely audible.

“You dance just like Fred Astaire,” she said gingerly.

“I have lost all my Hungarian sheet music,” said Tom listlessly.

“I’m wearing my wedding ring,” said Tom with abandon.

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

“Ignore the first three turnings,” directed Tom forthrightly.