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“I only use one herb when I cook,” said Tom sagely.

Handkerchief: Cold Storage.

Vaccine: A microbe with his face washed.

Hunch: What you call an idea that you’re afraid is wrong.

Bliss: Having no idea what is really happening.

“There’s a high charge for supporters traveling by coach,” said Tom with considerable fanfare.

Golf can best be defined as an endless series of tragedies obscured by an occasional miracle.

“This wind is awful,” blustered Tom.

The intention is to get a jumpstart on it.

Banging on their chests with a primeval scream.

Skiing may be a winter activity, but some think of it as a fall sport.

If practice makes perfect, and nobody's perfect, why practice?

“I’m on social security,” said Tom dolefully.

“I wish I drove a Scandinavian car,” Tom sobbed.

“I got this ballpoint pen from a Yugoslav friend”, said Tom acerbically.

Brilliant sunshine rained down on the city.

Depression: A period in which you have no belt to tighten.

Flashlight: A case for storing dead batteries.

This is an awfully big elephant to eat.

Creditor: A man who has a better memory than a debtor.

Philosopher: One who, instead of crying over spilt milk, consoles himself with the thought that it was over four-fifths water.