“I wonder who shall come after me,” said Elendil airily.
“I’ll never take on any more bar bets”, said Tom, with a frog in his throat.
“Why don’t you put this in the collection plate?” Tom offered.
“It’s just an ordinary Idaho,” said Tom the commentator.
“These fish taste so bad, they might as well be oversized goldfish!”, Tom carped.
“A glass of Chardonnay would be too much to ask?” Tom whined.
“Those unmanned aircraft are coming right at us,” Tom droned on.
“Soon I won’t be eight anymore,” said Tom benignly.
“Bzzzz Bzzzzz Bzzzzz,” bespoke Tom.
“I love visiting St. Louis”, Tom said archly.
“OK, we’ll go - but only for 20 minutes!” said Tom, trenchantly.
“Mariana, bring the 1920’s death ray,” said Tom, tropily.
“This WD-40 stuff really frees up my rusty nuts”, said Tom penetratingly.
Sheer brilliance. :: golf clap ::
“I guess I should’ve worn work gloves,” Tom said blisteringly.
“Umph! Umph! Umph!”, said Tom triumphantly.
“These quizzes all have the wrong scores,” Tom remarked.
“I’m renting out space at the marina,” Tom let slip.
“I have such intense orgasms!” Tom said compassionately.
“I no longer have such intense orgasms,” Tom said out of compassion.
“I’m saving myself for marriage”, said Tom inscrutably.