Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 22)

“Those hookers are putting notices in the personals”, Tom advised.

“Damn it, look at the camera!” Tom snapped.

“These bit patterns will be more readable in groups of 8,” said Tom bitingly.

“Can I become a chorister?” Tom inquired.

“Unlike you, I’ve always been a dog person,” he barked.

“I’m swimming in the middle of Paris!” shouted Tom insanely.

“Look at my shiny kitchen floor”, said Tom, waxing enthusiastic.

“That’s the last time I’ll stick my arm in a lion’s mouth,” the lion-tamer said off-handedly.

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

“Would you like some soda?” asked Tom caustically.

“I’ve been feeding the crocodile,” said Tom offhandedly.

“I cut off the bottoms of my Levis so they won’t drag on the ground,” said Tom hygienically.

“Why is this telephone flex always tangled?” asked Tom coyly.

“Some of my windows were broken in the storm,” he said, pained.

“The seesaw is upside down,” said Tom saucily.

“Pass me the shellfish,” said Tom crabbily.

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

“I like fuzzy bunnies”, gurgled Tom acutely.

“I wonder why the hive’s still empty,” said Tom belatedly.

“I can see through the window,” said Tom stiltedly.

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