Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 3)

“Consult an investment broker,” was Tom’s stock answer.

“You don’t see the point, do you?” asked Tom, stabbing in the dark.

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

“One of the ten finalists in the ‘London derriere’ contest had to drop out”, said Tom asininely.

“Sorry, what I said was a no-brainer?” asked Tom absentmindedly.

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

“I can eat one hundred and forty-four,” Tom boasted grossly.

“I’m not leaving the chapel until I finish this painting,” said Michelangelo insistently.

“I wouldn’t like anything but just that,” said Tom wantonly.

“I had an accident in the kitchen,” said Tom with panache.

“The lion has its head caught in the skylight,” said Tom uproariously.

“I want a motorized bicycle,” Tom moped.

“I wish I could remember the name of that card game,” said Tom wistfully.

“The optician probably doesn’t have my glasses ready yet,” Tom speculated.

“My pants are too tight,” Tom burst out.

“The censors took all the dirty bits out of my show,” said Tom deludedly.

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

“Let’s sort this out,” Tom ordered.

“My neurotic blood-sucking arachnid has put on weight”, said Tom, his nervous tic showing again.

“I can see because I have actual visual organs,” Tom realized.

“Hey, you’re on my foot!” said Tom standoffishly.