Tom Swifties!

“Maybe I love 1950s bi-monthly comic-book horror anthologies and maybe I don’t,” Tom said cryptically.

“But I prefer 1920’s-style scientifiction, with death rays”, said Hugo Gernsback, amazingly.

“From this day forward, I promise to clean up my language” said Tom, reversing course.

“OK, Mark, you’re our starting pitcher for tonight’s game” said the Blue Jays’ manager amidst all the hurly-burly.

“I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday” said Tom wimpishly.

“Uh-oh…here come the townspeople with their pitchforks” said Frankenstein’s monster, bolting from the scene.

“I came in first place on The Voice” said Tom sanguinely.

“I am *not *of the litter-bearing gender of my species, a small burrowing mammal like the shrew”, said Tom, malevolently.

“No man can tame me!” said Kate, shrewdly.

“I’m here for my penis transplant” said John Bobbitt ridiculously.

“Aw, all dames are the same” said Tom, broadly speaking.

“That’s the second time all of my hair has fallen out” Tom said ribaldly.

“That Bajoran ensign on ‘Star Trek: The Next Generation’ had a mighty fine rack”, said Tom, robustly.

“And furthermore, I would like to add that…<clunk>” said Tom, talking his head off.

“Move all of the prisoners to the lower floors,” ordered the warden, condescendingly.

“The word for a certain Welsh cheese is totally different from the adverb relating to paying special attention!” Tom carefully spelled out.

“Sex with my wife was amazing” said Brad Pitt ingenuously.

“I love ya, ya big gorilla” said Ann Darrow in a fey voice.

“It’s certainly true that a ball club may have a great record for most of the season but then falter down the stretch” Tom said cantankerously.

“This frock just doesn’t look good on me. I’m going to change into a pinafore instead” said Thomasina, looking for redress.