Tom Swifties!

“There’s a nifty new anti-flashlight function you can download on your smartphone to make the room actually get darker”, said Tom, appalled.

“And there’s another one to let you get all the latest musings from Bush’s political director”, Tom approved.

“Five stars, everyone who has a smartphone should download this!” Tom said, applauding.

“Really? Tell me more, I’m listening”, Tom appeared to say.

“Help, Jones! You gotta come along again, even if this is just a Coasters song! Salty Sam is tying me up again!” yelled Sweet Sue, on the rebound.

“I can choose from a selection of virtual doobies on my iPhone” said Tom, an approachable sort.

“I can even get one that helps me hold onto things”, said Tom, apprehensively.

“And here’s a download that makes my smartphone resound like a set of carillon bells”, Tom said, appealingly.

“The outcome was close, but I won the farting contest!” said Tom, on the cutting edge.

“I don’t care if you’re the greatest pitcher of all time, you’re outta here!” said the umpire, heaving a sigh.

“I have some stuff we can use to put those posters up”, Tom mentioned tactfully.

“Damn! This recording of ‘Hey Jude’ I was about to play slipped out of my hand and shattered on the floor” said the radio station DJ, upsetting the apple cart.

“Several SDMB members are spending the night at my place” said Tom, putting the posters up.

“I can’t think of a Swiftie for ‘putting up with their shit’, but maybe DChord568 can,” said ElvisL1ves, posting up his man on the court.

“I’ll say it yet again: I can fix your engine better than anyone else,” Tom said mechanically.

“I have to admit it…I’m a bit of an egotist” said the daredevil, giving him the evil eye.

“Your commute to and from the Capitol Building will be much safer now” said the mechanic, inserting a page break.

“I have a piece of mirror permanently embedded in my cornea” said Tom, with a twinkle in his eye.

“Let’s light a couple of joss sticks to set the mood” said Tom insensitively.

“My business is supplying fake steers to the annual event in Pamplona” said Tom, his life in shambles.