Well, you see as a youngster I had a job in a Arts and crafts joint. (Yeah, joint. This weren’t no Hobby Lobby);
Anywhoo, me and a rather stout young lady were unloading stock. She remarked, “Dang, girl, thats lots of eye balls!”
I sez, “The better to see you with, my Dear” in Dracula-speak. Laughing at my funny and the loud squeal we heard drown out her screams as 32 large cartons of Googlie eyes came crashing down. You would not believe how heavy the things are.
And they cannot be vacuumed up. Or swept up. And after awhile even a pressure washer won’t remove them.
I bet there’s still googlie eyes lurking in that back room. Staring at you.
We thought about calling the fire department. Just as an aside… 
