“All I have to do is push a button, and this machine will chop down the tree”, Tom said, axiomatically.
Ok, I’m done :o
“No, don’t stop!” Tom begged, haltingly.
“I shall now stimulate your erogenous zone” said Tom, feeling low down.
“If I bank this putt off the rocket ship it should drop right in the hole” said Tom with a knowing glance.
“I always have to pee right after I douche” said Mary, full of piss and vinegar.
“It looks like we’re at an impasse” said Tom standoffishly.
“This section at the back if the book will help me find what I need” said Tom, looking up.
“I got my hair cut real short” said Mary, distressed.
“See my some time,” Mae West said, giving Cary Grant his comeuppance.
“What? You want me to shorten this dress and drive this horse and buggy at the same time?” Mary hemmed and hawed.
“I wish you’d quit mooching cigarettes off me” said Tom, fagged out.
“What a good boy am I” said Jack with aplomb.
“I don’t give a damn about security systems…stick 'em up” said Tom, mugging for the camera.
“I’m the drummer. My name’s Tom,” Tom said eponymously.
“I’m a great archer,” Tom said boastfully.
“I have a plentiful supply of arrows” Tom said with a quiver.
“I’m naming my baby boy Curtis” said Mrs. Mayfield, making a good first impression.
“Before we start the next recording, Gus, let’s smoke some more weed” said Elton with high dudgeon.
“Let’s open the drapes to let some sunshine in,” Tom beamed.
:: DChord 568 is possessed ::