Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 23)

 “I’m just going to put these handcuffs on you,” said Tom manically.

“No, I haven’t read Voltaire,” said Tom candidly.

“Parsley, sage, rosemary,” said Tom timelessly.

“I’m your mother’s brother’s father-in-law’s son,” Tom related.

“That’s already been taken care of,” Tom pretended.

“My garden needs another layer of mulch,” Tom repeated.

“Absolutely, totally, completely,” Tom uttered.

“No ellipses, parabolas or hyperbolas,” said Tom laconically.

“For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful,” said Tom gracefully.

“This is where I keep my arrows,” said Tom quiveringly.

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

“There’s no place for the kitchen sink,” said Tom counterproductively.

“She even flies her own jet,” Tom leered.

“Oops! There goes my hat!” said Tom off the top of his head.

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

“My friend and I steal things together,” Tom corroborated.

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

“My ancestor was a famous Confederate general who had an army fort named after him,” Tom bragged.

“There’s nothing wrong with demons,” Tom said implicitly.

“It’s freezing,” Tom muttered icily.

“I’m shocked,” said Tom electrically.