Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 4)

“I’m going window shopping,” said Tom listlessly.

“I’m of greater value to you every day”, said Tom appreciatively.

“It has zero height, zero width, and just a little depth,” said Tom, stretching the point.

“This salad dressing has too much vinegar,” said Tom acidly.

“I like modern painting,” said Tom abstractly.

“Who discovered radium?” asked Tom curiously.

“We’d like a table for two,” said Tom without reservation.

“I still haven’t struck oil,” said Tom boringly.

“I don’t want to rewrite this in prose,” said Tom aversely.

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

“Are you homosexual?” Tom queried gaily.

“Don’t you know my name?” asked Tom swiftly.

“This food tastes of plutonium,” said Tom glowingly.

“This Bud’s for you,” said Tom lightly.

“Employees are not permitted to have sex on company furniture,” Tom shouted, banging on the table.

“Melinda broke my heart,” Tom said half-heartedly.

“I pulled a hamstring,” said Tom limply.

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

“I won’t play for this team any longer,” Tom decided.

“I was removed from office,” said Tom disappointedly.

“I need an injection,” Tom pleaded in vain.