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December 13, 2006

My Christmas Shopping List

Thanks to a link from Tim, I can finally complete my shopping: The most dangerous toys of all time.

Posted by Mr. Bingley at December 13, 2006 07:09 AM

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"In 2000, the CPSC announced that over 150 children fell prey to Sky Dancer's helicopter-blade arms and erratic "Oh-Jesus-it's-chasing-me!" flying patterns."

I've made model rockets like that. The wings on a styrofoam glider are not intended to withstand the G forces generated by a "B" rocket.

Posted by: John at December 13, 2006 08:12 AM

Well hey, little man! Maybe you got hit with one too many Johnny Reb cannon balls to the head to remember, but Mountain Man and I had numbers 1, 7 & 8. We'd shoot the sh*t out of and fling with fury those things. Which made for an interesting time in post-Christmas confined indoor spaces. God, I loved those Creepy Crawlers, too. AND when they came up with an edible version you made in the same mold you'd just poured the toxic rubbery one, helLO! Heaven on earth.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 13, 2006 08:15 AM

I didn't have the Johnny Reb cannon, but my dad had something infinitely better he let me shoot sometimes - a real brass cannon(about 6 inches long) that fired .22 slugs using black powder. It had a real touch hole, a little ramrod and cleaner, and a team of wooden horses to pull it.

Posted by: John at December 13, 2006 08:19 AM

Crusader had 9, and I think daughter had that winged tinker-bell thingy. And it would chase you around the house, too.

I used to love playing with the Jarts.

Especially catching them.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at December 13, 2006 08:45 AM

Crusader had 9, and I think daughter had that winged tinker-bell thingy. And it would chase you around the house, too.

I used to love playing with the Jarts.

Especially catching them.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at December 13, 2006 08:49 AM

It caused a studder I have to this day.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at December 13, 2006 09:10 AM

If it wasn't for Lawn Darts, what would we have nicknamed the F-18's when they showed up at El Toro?

Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 13, 2006 09:11 AM

I had a remote controlled tank which shot rubber tipped shells.....and they weren't small either! Plus the toy included a bag of powder that you put a pinch of in the barrell, to simulate propellant smoke. I used to shoot at my brothers with it.

KEWL!!!!!!

Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at December 13, 2006 09:53 AM

I was so pissed when Lawn Darts were banned. They were a wonderful Tool of Darwinism.

What I can't figure out is why horseshoes haven't yet been banned, being only marginally less dangerous to the stupid as Jarts.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at December 13, 2006 10:31 AM

I can't say I've heard any complaints of puncture wounds with horseshoes, Mr. Summers. You have to really WORK to draw blood with those.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 13, 2006 11:30 PM