“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the limo gets you to the high school dance on time,” promised Tom.
“Can you believe that quack says he has an effective nitrogen treatment for obesity?” Tom asked, flabbergasted.
“#RiseAndShine”, Tom tweeted.
“It’s only 1918, but we’re not going to win the World Series again until 2004!” cried Boston Red Sox fans, ruthlessly.
“I finally got the hay wagon loaded to the top”, said Tom, balefully.
“I don’t think Nixon was treated well in his first big post-White House interviews,” Tom said frostily.
“It’s the ghee that really makes this dish special,” clarified Tom.
“I’m the best at everything I do,” Tom trumpeted.
“10 joules,” Tom worked in.
I’m rowin’ south 'cross the River Shannon," Tom declared.
“But I don’t wanna shoot small birds that live on the ground,” Tom groused.
“No, Alydar’s gonna win the Derby, guaranteed,” Tom affirmed.
“I’m going to stand on top of this American cracker”, said Vladimir, Putin on the Ritz.
“I refuse to read liberal political commentary online all day,” Tom huffed.
“You know, being a hotel doorman is harder than I thought it would be,” Tom admitted.
“This is the best candy bar I’ve ever eaten,” Tom snickered.
“Peaceful demonstrations against bad policy is a bedrock of American democracy,” Tom protested.
“Hmm, arm bones taste funny,” Tom said with a humorous grin.
- (Booyah! Double Swiftie, thank you very much :D.)*
“Listen listen listen listen” Tom foretold.
“There is a reliable scientific way to find the depth of the water between Long Island and New Haven,” Tom sounded.
(Tripple Swiftie!)