Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 3)

“I’m going to get a hair transplant,” said Tom baldly.

“Now no-one can detect my halitosis,” said Tom breathlessly.

“Let’s spice it up,” said Tom gingerly.

“I’m about to hit the golf ball,” Tom forewarned.

“I used to be a paratrooper,” Tom explained.

I know who turned off the lights,” Tom hinted darkly.

“This flower’s empty,” the drone said belatedly.

“I’m going after that red fish,” said Tom erringly.

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

“Nobody has scored yet in the tennis game,” said Tom lovingly.

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

“Take tea and see,” said Tom briskly.

“I bought myself fifty hamburgers and I’ve only ten left,” said Tom with fortitude.

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

“I didn’t do well in the test,” Tom said degradedly.

“My pencil is blunt,” said Tom pointlessly.

“You have the right to remain silent,” said Tom arrestingly.

“Will you quit rustling around in my closet!” said Leif.

“So, it’s a duel you want!” Tom shot back.

“I’ve borrowed my sister’s camping gear,” said Tom insistently.

“This tooth extraction could take for ever,” said Tom with infinite wisdom.