Tom Said

“I can’t believe I ate that whole pineapple!” Tom said dolefully.

“That’s the last time I’ll ever pet a lion,” Tom said offhandedly.

“I dropped the toothpaste,” Tom said, crestfallen.

“I’ll never sleep on the railroad tracks again!” Tom said, beside himself.

“That’s the third electric shock I’ve gotten this week!” Tom said, revolted.

“I’m never anywhere on time,” Tom related.

“I won’t let a flat tire get me down,” Tom said without despair.

“I must make the fire hotter!” Tom bellowed.

“My steering wheel won’t turn!” Tom said straightforwardly.

“I’ve been on a diet,” Tom expounded.

“We don’t have a home run hitter,” Tom said ruthlessly.

“I’ll have to send that telegram again,” Tom said remorsefully.

“Let’s play a C, E, and G,” said Tom’s band in accord.

“I keep banging my head on things,” Tom said bashfully.

“I can’t get down off the mountain,” Tom alleged.

“Look at that jailbird climb down that wall,” Tom observed with condescension.

“I remember the Midwest being flatter than this,” Tom explained.

“That’s the third time my teacher changed my grade,” Tom remarked.

“I’ll have to dig another ditch around that castle,” Tom sighed remotely.

“I’ve lived through a lot of windstorms,” Tom regaled.

“I haven’t caught a fish all day!” Tom said without debate.

“That mink coat is on wrong side out,” Tom inferred.