“And then, I decided to learn a non-Indo-European language”, Tom finished.
“This new plan to hide our drugs on the beach is great!”, Tom concluded.
“I suppose you dropped the last of the LSD,” Tom said acidly.
“I’ve just had a frontal lobotomy,” said Tom absent-mindedly.
“I swam with the sharks,” said Tom disarmingly.
“I’m finally fixing the carillon in the old church tower”, said Tom, rebelliously.
“Is there any time limit when a thread becomes a zombie?” Tom asked, brainlessly.
“This cemetery business I bought into hasn’t been profitable lately”, said Tom with grave concern.
“Well, I didn’t vote for the new Ayatollah”, Tom pshawed.
“I will not go to see any movie, or even buy any products from it, that makes more money for Disney,” said Tom, frozenly.
“On second thought, Disney movies aren’t actually that bad,” Tom said, letting it go.
“I’m sick of cleaning up plane wrecks,” Tom said, feeling a bit of malaise.
“I’ve bought every book written by Stephen King and will read them all in 2015,” said Tom, carrying a heavy load.
“I break it every year,” said Tom irresolutely.
“Although one I had to steal,” Tom said, taking a Stand.
“And I absolutely refuse to read the one with the evil clown” said Tom, still not getting it.
“Even though I bought it for an extremely small amount, because it is such a heavy book,” said Tom, being pennywise and pound foolish.
“They are hexagonal crystals of dihydrogen monoxide,” Tom mentioned icily.
“If the President does it, that means it is not illegal”, said Nixon, Frostily.
“Hey, is this thread even in the right forum?” said Tom, with moderation.