“In real tennis, the receiver is always at the same end,” Tom hazarded.
“I found the baseball, it was under my glove,” Tom submitted.
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“I am the best football player in the world!” said Ronald messily.
“This plomb is my plus-one,” Tom said with aplomb.
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“Watch out for my line drive or you’ll be eating that ball,” Babe said ruthlessly.
“Some of my best friends are felines,” Tom said cattily.
“How does a rope left all by itself end up like this?” Tom snarled.
“Here in Arizona where I retired, there are only palms and cactuses. I miss seeing conifers”, Tom pined.
“I bet Janet’s got family photos in her small handbag of that trip to the beach,” Tom said perspicaciously.
“I live among the lions,” Tom said with pride.
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“Your name is Lionel, not Ronald, you utter fool!” said Tom forgetfully.
“It was Michael who did Riverdance, not me,” said Tom flatly.
“Get the orchestra on the bus; we perform in half-an-hour!”, said Tom concertedly.
“I will not put up with such terroism” said Tom, towering over with rage, releasing pent up angst, and shanking the entire village.
“The storms have abated off the coast of Hawaii,” said Tom pacifically.
“What would you call a dish of coarsely ground corn kernels boiled with water or milk?” asked Tom, grittily.
“How much firewood do we need?” Tom axed.
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“I bring my horse **and **my guitar, but no-one ever wants to talk to me at parties!” said Tom mixedly.
“I’ve not yet become acquainted with digits 0 through 3 and 5 through 9,” said Tom metaphorically.
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“One quick cheer for a thousand posts: hip, hip!” said Tom hurriedly.