Everyone called him ‘Eyeballs."
They called him that because he didn't have any.
The rumor was… after a night of heavy drinking he wandered deep into Central Park and passed-out. He woke to find pigeons gnawing on his peepers like they were circus-peanuts.
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oops! done this, been here. i mean at the poem. but also Central Park (the Zoo) , but not passed out. bri :)
Hell of a story. Having only one eye I am particularly interested. I should like to have been able to purchase some more durable eyes for him. I would want to know how he survives and would in all likelihood write a lengthy limerick style saga based on his experiences. Is there any way you could get in touch with him? It would make one heck of a movie if done properly. Your scene would be a good central one. wow
that should teach him to keep his head out of toilets! i've heard of 'pink eye', but not orange eye. favorite lines: They rolled menacingly in my direction and came to rest against my water glass like they were naturally drawn to moisture. Unconcerned with runaway sporting equipment, he......... and dotting the eyes is pretty good. :) bri p.s. ya know, SOME weird people would not think this is funny. i did not laugh, but it is my kind of funny. but gnawing sounds more appropriate for rats. maybe gnoshing? did you read my 'stop picking on me! '? the comments people left are interesting (also) .
what the Hell did i mean in my previous (12/16) comment?