My father passed on to me an... er... "appreciation," we'll call it... of a form of... er... "humor," we'll call it... known as the Tom Swifty. Examples:
"Hand me another package," Tom said presently.
And:
"S-s-s-stop!" Tom said haltingly.
This deviant pastime has so infected me that sometimes I find myself compelled to make up my own. Past examples:
"She said I look like a common farm animal!" Tom said sheepishly.
And (note, this one's a bit tricky cuz it's bilingual):
"I've always regretted leaving her standing on that street in Paris," Tom said ruefully.
I may write at some point write a full rant about this and put it in the Rants column on the left of this page. But in any case the main point of all this is that while driving yesterday my wife and I thought of a new one.
"Those damned cannibals! Now they're pouring lemon juice on us!" Tom said sourly.
She didn't think I should post it here. :)
If you have any Tom Swifties you feel compelled to share, let me know and if I can't help myself, I'll post them.
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