THE QUESTION:
Valdreag:  Why are you looking at me? Yes, you! You know who you are. Quit eyeballing me.
THE (few) ANSWERS:
isisincognito: okay, fine... geez. Party pooper! I thought everyone liked a glass eye in their spaghetti... at least it keeps the cat off your food when you get up...*plops eye into alka seltzer*
(Actually my grandfather once used a fresh cow eye, but that's not the point.)
Heraldo:  Ye know not what ye do, eh?  Well, all I have to say is:  XYZ.
(All I have to say is: Ilmaobyfpjfd,yp.)
KCAB