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“I swallowed some of the glass from that broken window,” Tom said painfully.

“The average frequency of my voice is 160 Hz,” said Tom in measured tones.

Architect: One who drafts a plan of your house, and plans a draft of your money.

Zeal: A nervous disorder affecting the young and inexperienced.

I dropped the toothpaste,” said Tom, crestfallen.

Bliss: Having no idea what is really happening.

Dad says the monster is just a pigment of my imagination.

Alas: Early Victorian for, “Oh, Hell.”

Autobiography: An I-witness account

Retirement: The time of life when you stop lying about your age and start lying about the house.

It's so far removed, it goes right over our heads.

“Oops, I’ve ripped my pants!” was Tom’s unseemly comment.

A woman who strives to be like a man lacks ambition.

There are three kinds of people… those who can count & those who can't.

Vacuum Cleaner: A sonic broom.

Accordion: An instrument whose music is long drawn out.

Time may be a great healer, but’s it’s a lousy beautician.

“I got in through the window after opening it with a crowbar,” said Tom enterprisingly.

“I ain’t afraid of those white men,” said Cochise bravely.

… has eaten into the grocery chain’s luxury food side.

Money isn’t everything: usually it isn’t enough.