“This Pullman is too darn noisy; I can’t get any sleep,” Tom railed at the attendant.
“I just can’t get used to these new-fangled diesel-electric locomotives”, Tom steamed.
“You left the battery drained in my new electric car!”, Tom charged.
“Castrate him!” Tom demanded.
“Another year of giving with friends on the Dope,” said Tom thankfully.
“I hate to interrupt you, but I have to go burgle a house,” Tom broke in.
“Be wary of black widow spiders,” said Tom, venomously.
“I wish I had a third arm to carry all these bags,” said Tom evenhandedly.
“I think something bad is about to happen, and it’s gonna make me so mad I could spit”, said Tom, expectorantly.
“This merlot is skunky! It’s undrinkable”, Tom whined.
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(To turn that around…)
"Expectoration is disgusting," Tom spat.
@ElivisL1ves, BTW
“I never should have gotten back together with Ms. Gerwig after our acrimonious breakup,” Tom regretted.
“HALT! Who goes there?” Tom said guardedly.
“Dammit, my favorite restaurant is full tonight”, said Tom, unreservedly.
“I ate so much food at Thanksgiving that I had to loosen my belt”, said Tom, expansively.
“That was truly, literally, the best Thanksgiving feast I ever had!” said Tom, talking turkey.
“But, please, no leftovers” said Tom, going cold turkey.
“I’m sorry, my dear, but I’m going to have to take that derringer you carry in your purse,” Sheriff Tom said disarmingly.
“How would you like a taste of .45 lead instead, Sheriff?” Tom asked, coltishly.
“I finally got the upholstery off that old chair, and you won’t believe what was holding it on”, said Tom, getting down to brass tacks.