Word stems from turning a blind eye to someone. Rather than a blind eye, it is a glass eye.
I had a text from Jenny but I just gave it the glass-eye.
"Fucker, won't wake up either," dilgently spoke Ray.
"I put sighns out saying, DON'T PASS OUT HERE, PARENTS WILL BE HOME IN THE MORNING!" Paul complained, folding his arms.
"Dude, just skeet on his eye balls, the glass eye," Ray skirmished to say.
Eventually the morning spoke through the east end of town...
Tom Cruise raises stretching, but soon, he panics, "DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK, I CAN'T OPEN MY EYES! i'M FUCKING BLIND!!! AGHHHH... ARGGGAAHHHHH!!! NOOO!! NO! NOT ME, NOT FUCKING, ME! AGGGHHH!!!! AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! GAH! AGHHH, NO, NOOO NOOO! PETER PAN!!!! AGHHHH!!!"
And tada, there is a moral to this...