Eyes go in, not out.

My Uncle was playing with his buddies, after Christmas. Dumbass friend of his thought it would be cool to shoot at the train running behind the house, danged if that BB didn't smack my uncle in his eye. Had to get a glass one, I guess he was somewhere around 10 or so.
I rescued his box of glass eyeballs when I came down to clean up what I could after Katrina. What in the world does someone do with a box of glass eyeballs? Though, they really aren't eye "balls" anyway.