“Opioid addiction is a snap to kick,” said Tom oxymoronically.
“I gotta get the wrinkles out of this shirt” said Tom ironically.
“I need some British beer after this”, said Tom, stoutly but bitterly.
“I wish I’d worn my wrist brace today” said Tom, watching his right hand bob dolefully.
“My Jamaican hairstyle has finally grown out!”, said Tom, dreadfully.
“I have to go the easternmost community in Cuyahoga County, Ohio,” Tom said, chagrined.
“Here I am with a ghost in the Cleveland suburb that shares its name with Harry Truman’s home town,” Tom said with a spirit of Independence.
“I’ll eat this flat white fish every Friday from Ash Wednesday 'til Easter”, said Tom insolently.
“Oh no! The store’s out of sole! I’ll have to try something else”, said Tom, floundering.
“For some reason, I feel like bounding through the snowy wastes after caribou,” Tom said wolfishly.
“My life is ruined. I might as well let that wolf come get me,” said Tom, sheepishly.
“Andrew Johnson’s successor was a former Civil War general, it’s true,” Tom granted.
“There has been only one President from New Hampshire”, said Franklin, piercingly.
“I’m so tired of discussing the second pair of father-son Presidents,” said Tom, bushed.
“The first two women I called weren’t interested in going out with me, but the third one jumped at the chance, so I might as well give her a shot,” Tom said sedately.
(I don’t get it)
“I like 100-watt bulbs best,” Tom said lightly.
Tom’s first choice would have been the “A” date, his second the “B” date, so his third…
(Ah! Thanks. Got it.)
“Come to think of it, do you have any 1000-watt bulbs?” Tom said brightly.
“I’ll keep the frankincense, but pass on this other stuff”, Tom said demurely.
“All my shirts are smooth and wrinkle-free now,” Tom said ironically.