He thought, while shining a beam of pure information directly into his eyes from eight inches away.
Because he was in de-Nile.
A Freudian slip is when someone says one thing when thinking of amother.
I have my eye on you.
It's so easy I could do it with my eyes close! Me: *walks away*
She didn't want six inches of snow all year long.
Because she didn't want six inches of snow all year long.
Shine a flashlight in their ear.
Shine a torch in her ear!
The beam replies: "Oh, just give me a moment."
