Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 8)

“My compliments to the company that makes the Macintosh computer”, said Tom applaudingly.

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

“Can I go looking for the Grail again?” Tom requested.

“2 bdrm furn w 5 appl”, said Tom aptly.

“Pretend we were in the days before railways,” Tom coached.

“Who was in the sauna with you while I was at work today?” she asked hotly.

“I’ve got another @#$%*! insect in my pants”, said Tom adamantly.

“Watch this insect sail through the air,” said Tom flippantly.

“It’s just gold leaf”, said Tom guiltily.

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

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

“This way to the seabird exhibit”, said Tom awkwardly.

“I punched him in the stomach three times,” said Tom triumphantly.

“These bit patterns will be more readable in groups of 8,” said Tom bitingly.

“And to think I swallowed that lie, hook, line and sinker!” Tom gulped.

“Yes, we have no bananas,” Tom said fruitlessly.

“Boy, will I give you a haircut!” said Tom barbarously.

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

“Fire!” yelled Tom alarmingly.

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

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