he thought, while shining a beam of pure information directly into his eyes from eight inches away.
Me: Uhh...Let me think... Why Friend: You boil the hell out of it! Me: Get out.
Ha! You actually thought I ran a marathon! Jokes on you, I'm just drunk!
A FSSSSSHHHH
fiiish. (works when spoken :-/)
She didn't want six inches of snow all year long.
About three inches
Shine a flashlight in his ears.
A bite in shining armor.
The beam replies: "Oh, just give me a moment."
