Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 20)

“I’ve been having an incontinence problem,” Tom gushed.

“Elvis is dead,” said Tom expressly.

“Everything in Texas is bigger,” he said in measured tones; “Even the cowboys,” he continued hoarsely.

“Getting rid of acid is easy,” said Tom basically.

“This is mutiny!” said Tom bountifully.

“Whenever I put on my scuba gear, I get pins and needles,” said Tom divertingly.

“Get out of here!” said Tom believingly.

“Let’s eat kosher tonight,” said Tom judiciously.

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

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

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

“It has zero height, zero width, and just a little depth,” said Tom, stretching the point.

“So this is your new computer!” said Tom calculatingly.

“Cut it out!” said Tom sharply.

“Your tears simply do not affect me,” he observed dryly.

“We had trouble with the propulsion systems for those moon flights”, said the NASA engineer apologetically.

“The average frequency of my voice is 160 Hz,” said Tom in measured tones.

“Here’s another baseball glove”, Tom admitted.

“A dog bit me,” said Tom rabidly.

“I’m waiting to see the doctor,” said Tom patiently.

“Please get into the elevator”, said Tom uppishly.