Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 23)

“I’ve got to stop this motor,” Tom choked.

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

“I haven’t had any tooth decay yet,” said Tom precariously.

“I love hot dogs,” said Tom with relish.

“I’m falling into a void,” said Tom flawlessly.

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

“I insist on naming the first male insect”, said Tom adamantly.

“I have to wear this cast for another six weeks,” said Tom disjointedly.

“You resemble a goat,” said Tom satirically.

“Use your own toothbrush!” Tom bristled.

“Eating garbage is a form of recycling, but I can’t eat any more,” said Tom wastefully.

“I know what herb would taste nice with this,” said Tom sagely.

“I clubbed a diamondback snake with a spade,” Tom said heartlessly.

“Life isn’t fair,” said Tom darkly.

“I couldn’t believe there were 527,986 bees in the swarm!” Tom recounted.

“Here’s your allowance for the next two weeks,” Tom advanced.

“Aha! Here’s someone who can’t speak!” exclaimed Tom dumbfoundedly.

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

“This must be an aerobics class,” Tom worked out.

“Someday I’ll run the CIA,” said Tom aspiringly.

“I feel a draft,” Tom said coolly.