“This vegetable garden would look nice surrounded by a shrubbery,” said Tom, hedging his beets.
Askance, see post x, where I got the same. He is good, though.
“What is it with all the bloomin’ killjoys in this thread?” said Tom, looking askance.
“Maybe I should fill this thread with helium-filled cows,” said Tom, lightening the mood.
“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is our highest-quality straitjacket” said Tom, demonstrating great restraint.
“I count exactly 27 films that were made by the original German Shepherd movie star” Tom tintinnabulated.
“Come in, my son!” said Tom, admitting his heir.
“Instead of trying to carry this old commode down from the third floor, let’s just take it to a window and use a block and tackle” said Tom, lowering his standards.
“Oh no…not another song from Emmylou!” said Tom, weary of the harassment.
“The spring thaw always turns these roads into a cratered mess” Tom chuckled.
“My great-grandfather went to school with famous football coach Lombardi,” Tom said convincingly.
“Hey man, you gonna pass that joint or what?” asked Tom, dubiously.
“Spare change? Spare change so I can go see Jerry tonight?” Tom deadpanned.
“Here you go. I hope they do my favorite song” a passerby said truculently.
“Thanks, man!” Tom said gratefully.
“I hate it when the doctor looks down my throat” said Tom, in awe.
“OK, I’ll help you tie this guy up and stuff a sock in his mouth” said Tom, in on the gag.
“May I remind you that yesterday was Star Wards day?” asked Tom, forthrightly.
“What ghastly experiment will they conduct on me now?” said the bacterium, petrified.
“I know where someone is building a secret outhouse” said Tom, privy to the plot.
“We’ve finally located the exact spot where the subject put a gun to his head and blew his brains out” said the coroner, at last finding peace of mind.
“Does anyone recall which name the Romans gave to Zeus,” asked Tom, jovially.