Hey, yeah, then we can wear our addresses on our foreheads to prove that we're not squatting in someone's house, and publish our medical records to prove we're not committing insurance fraud.

Who the hell comes up with this?

Mmmmmm. Farfantepenaeus cocktailus. Pre-iced.

Light is green--trap is clean

The suits presently in use are about $13,000 ea, plus a few grand more for the helmet.

They're useless for any mission other than what they're made for.

It's just a cover for the tribal bands, dolphins, and tasmanian devils beneath.

Sadly, the prodding of sponsors and the stress of his Olympic career awakened the suppressed childhood obsessions of the formidable Linus van Pelt, whose regression effectively drove him into obscurity and a hermit's life in the mountains.

Cash. Cash. Cash.

This is likely meant to be a riot control pistol. Standard shot pellets out of this would probably hit the ground within 15 yards.

There is nothing more horrifying than seeing an unguided neighborhood kid pick up a toy gun, put it to his or her head, and pull the trigger--and this comes from a genuine gun nut.

I reserve two swift kicks for this toy: one for the designer, and one for the parent who provides it.

Underwater pistol cartridge.

Thank goodness peta continues to estrange itself.

Ghouls.

I guess rail gun technology would require too many miles of turret.

We should go the opposite direction.
Keep teaching cursive, but stop force feeding the ultra-bland modern D'nealian, Zaner, etc., styles in favor of Spencerian or other styles from the golden age of penmanship.
Make it art (again) and people might want to write nicely. Look at any shipping manifest written by any dummy from 1890. Grocery lists are worthy of framing. Modern kids ooh and ahh over it; there's no reason they can't do it, too.

Hmm. They just might have unwittingly created a commodity for those inmates looking to take trophies.