.sdrawkcab dias moT, “skool ti naht redrah si sihT”
“I wish she’d stripped off in that post-hippie movie!” said Tom scanttilly.
“Being covered with blood isn’t so bad,” said Tom in a sanguine humour.
“I spray sputum like a machine gun!” said Tom phlegmatically.
“How do I make barrels? Just like that!” said Tom, a cooper.
“I appreciate the comic relief in Shakespeare’s plays,” Tom belched.
“You can’t remove that wall from my French chateau!” Tom demurred.
“I hate that the Middle East still uses that ancient form of punishment”, Tom said stone faced.
“I’m glad that turbulent wind has died down”, said Tom disgustedly.
“The cat was definitely killed by the pitbull. Let’s lynch it!” Tom said, with a hangdog look.
“I beat the meter numerically,
and poetified most chimerically,
but Elendil’s Heir
still won over there,”
said the Professor limerickally.
“All this rain in my life is making me depressed,” Tom said, forgetting Longfellow.
“I’ll never let you take Fido,” said Tom, doggedly.
“My girlfriend is not impressed by my sexual performance,” said Tom of his shortcomings.
“Dis marks de property line,” Uncle Tom said defensively.
“Xerxes and Darius were villains who should never have procreated”, said Tom, castrating Persians on their integrity.
damn([]):
damn([%Head|Rest) :-
"Cursed be %Head to the uttermost generation, %Head and all his heirs; may %Head's enterprises fail, %Head's house fall, and %Head's hated name be expunged from history",
damn(Rest):
damn(Them_All).
Tom said recursively.
“I like bending paper clips back and forth until they break”, said Tom reflexively.
“Hmmm, chewy,” Tom ruminated.
“They can take away our freedom, but they’ll never take away our… lives!,” Tom brainfarted.