“I just found another way to show the Pythagorean Theorem is correct”, said Tom, reprovingly.
“I just fell off this high-backed wooden sofa,” Tom said, unsettled.
“You are a delicious type A, but I need type O to live.” Count Tom muttered in vain.
“I can never find an ethernet cable when I need one!” said Tom wirelessly.
“Are you really gonna’ accuse me of sex with a farm animal?” asked Tom, sheepishly. :o
“You know I can’t be held accountable for what happens under a full moon,” said Tom wolfishly.
“I must say, that Nura Nal from Naltor is not only the best possible candidate for a new Legionnaire, she’s also the hottest number I’ve met since I broke up with my home world sweetie,” said [del]Tom[/del] Thom, dreamily.
“Is that a chicken joke?” asked Ruth buzzily.
“Braaaaaainsssss really do give me all of the essential vitamins and minerals I need,” Zombie Tom said nutritiously.
“I would never do anything baaaad with a chicken,” insisted Tom, doggedly.
““Is that a chicken joke?” asked Jo Anne worley.” said the Prof. nitpickingly.
“Verrrry interesting. But shtupid” said Johnson, Artely.
(I was just looking over his shoulder, without meaning to pressure him.)
“I’m trying as fast as I can to come up with another post on this thread!” came Tom, swiftly!
" 'Ow’m I supposed to lose weight if they don’t tell me the trans fat content of this 'am?" asked Tom 'oggily.
O, my OG, no!
“:)
:eek::mad::rolleyes:
:p;):D:o:dubious::(:smack:”, Tom emoted.
“No, I still haven’t gotten around to reading that book, Atlas-whatever,” Tom Shrugged!
“I’m not at all envious,” said Tom.
“You’re barking up the wrong tree,” Tom said doggedly.
“,” Tom mimed.