Here, put this on your eye.

We'll keep an eye out for him.

No, as long as Larry is gone, I am officially on a hunger strike.

I have to finish vacuuming, drive the kids to their piano lesson, patch the roof, and clean the gunk out of the dog's eyes.

dry your tears my grieving black widow for i'm here to sprinkle sunshine into your crusty smelly mascara streaked eyes you don't want to mess with me today chris my husband ran off leaving me in a bludgeoning mood i don't know what that means are you thirsty