“So, we are going to have another boy” Tom reasoned.
“I’m a man so this is a satchel”, Tom said with his lips pursed.
“I will never watch another of Ms. Danes’ movies!” Tom declared.
“Let’s go see some of West Virginia’s hidden backwoods wonders!” Tom hollered.
“Try blowing harder on those embers or that fire will never catch”, Tom bellowed.
“I don’t wanna smell the gasses coming out of that nozzle,” Tom fumed.
“I hope Britain adopts the Euro”, Tom expounded.
“I just can’t get away with charming Irish near-expletives” said Tom fecklessly.
“If the new playstation had come out a year ago I might have bought one, but now it looks hopelessly outdated,” said Tom disconsolately.
“All my hair’s fallen out!” Tom said, distressed.
“Someone shook my beer,” Tom frothed.
“This Lite beer is so weak, I don’t think it has any alcohol in it at all,” said Tom, lacking proof.
“You know I don’t like cream and sugar in my coffe” said Tom, blackly.
“Today is my 35th Anniversary of marriage with the lovely Madame P.,” said the Professor, looking forward to getting his pepper winkled.
“Hope you and the Mrs. have some warmed but not overcooked bread to celebrate!” Tom toasted.
“That boy Dennis is so mischievous”, said Tom to Mr. Wilson, menacingly.
“I wish Calvin wouldn’t drag Hobbes everywhere” said Tom, stuffily.
“Why couldn’t he have kicked the football at least once?” asked Tom in a brown study.
“That was the biggest turd I ever dropped”, said Tom, flushed with pride.
“So won’t she have the baby already” said Tom, belaboured