“Please don’t tell me how the movie Titanic ends,” Tom said icily.
“I read Levin’s works every day” said Tom, perfectly.
“Levin wrote an interesting book on cloning Hitler, too,” Tom said boyishly.
“I share all my secrets with the tree shepherds!” said Tom confidently.
“What I really did was to separate the butterfat from the milk solids,” Tom clarified.
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“I love venison so much I just wanna wear it,” Tom said endearingly.
“I want the role of the NASA colonel on ‘I Dream of Jeannie’,” Tom bellowed.
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“It’s not proper dancing when your arms and moving!” said Michael Flatley.
“Crap! My tricuspid valve is malfunctioning!” said Tom brokenheartedly.
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“It been seven days since I posted here,” said Tom weakly.
“Not everyone finds this [del]eazy[/del] [del]eezie[/del] [del]easie[/del] easy,” Tom said forthrightly.
“You need to be sensitive to residents’ needs when deciding on urban renewal projects,” Tom said plangently.
“Thanks, but I couldn’t possibly fit in any more chicken fried steak, collard greens, or okra.” said Tom soulfully.
“Get that screeching feline off of that vertical stone structure!” Tom caterwauled.
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“I do believe my four humors are out of balance, and I shall require a bloodletting” said Tom, phlegmatically.
“Last one to find the source of that foul odor is a rotten egg!” Tom said gamily.
“That little gnome ain’t telling the truth,” Tom implied.
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“I don’t have a full ream of paper, only 25 sheets - anybody know what that’s called?” Tom inquired.
“When I want lots of liberal pontificating, I know just where to go!” Tom huffily posted.
“Zack? (here!) A.C.? (here!) Lisa? (here!) Jessie? (here!) Kelly? (here!) Where’s the rest of the class?” Tom screeched.
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