“The damned manicurist exposed my nail bed,” Tom said quickly.
“Ice skating season is over,” Tom said, figuratively.
“I’m a real boy now, no restrictions or conditions!” said Pinocchio, with no strings attached.
“Lassie’s favorite treat is a slice of cantaloupe” said Timmy with a sense of melancholy.
“I used to pick up hitchhiking hippie chicks in my Econoline…we’d have a might fine time in the back” said Tom, galvanized.
“That’s it, Densmore…you’re out of the band!” said Jim Morrison, speaking with candor.
“You’re fired!” said Ned Flanders, candidly.
“Tom, I’m glad we found this secluded place so I could perform oral sex on you” said Mary, blowing him off.
“Boy, I suck at bowling” said Tom gutturally.
“So, you don’t think I can come up with a sequel, eh?” A.A. Milne pooh-poohed.
“I’m gonna start up an entire ball club made up of midgets” said Bill Veeck, micromanaging.
“OK, time for me to quit screwing around and hit my tee shot” said Tom, dispensing with the foreplay.
“I can’t think of a title for my band’s debut album,” said Tom Scholz, eponymously.
“When we make love, my wife likes to give me a prostate massage” said Tim McGraw, with faith in himself.
“No, I do NOT look like Howdy Doody. Anymore,” said Ron Howard, gingerly.
“Watch me give my wife a poke in the ass” said Desi, all loosey-goosey.
“Now I can finally get back to repairing these shoes” said Tom at last.
“Radio Shack stereo gear isn’t exactly audiophile quality” Tom said realistically.
“I’m happy to represent the interests of the company that manufactures Viagra” said the lawyer, who was working pro bono.
“I plan to spend the 4th of July all by myself,” said Tom, independently.