Remember the good old days, when summertime meant endless hours of uninterrupted, unsupervised fun playing with potentially hazardous objects loosely defined as “toys”? Maybe our parents didn’t watch us very closely, or maybe toy companies had yet to be slammed with multiple lawsuits (I don’t ever recall hearing the term “chooking hazard”), but it’s a wonder any of us survived relatively unscathed. Not counting the multiple scars, of course.
More ridiculous news from today’s World of Wuss. (via Burt Kozloff – thanks!)