He thought, while shining a beam of pure information directly into his eyes from eight inches away.
I think it would be tight at first, but then it would loosen up after a while.
They think long and hard before they touch weiner.
She was cross eyed.
Vitreous humour.
My pen is
Because he'd look pretty silly with four inches.
It gets Blinded I excuse myself out.
Shine a flashlight in his ears.
The beam replies: "Oh, just give me a moment."
