Is That A Sharp Object In Your Pants Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?

Mr. Bunndini remembers the carefree days youth fondly. Riding my bike without a helmet alone to the store at the tender age of 5 to buy my mother a pack of Craven A menthol cigarettes and spending the change on a bag of dill pickle chips. Building tree forts in abandoned lots with the help of a bag of old rusty nails and the neighbourhood drunk. In the summertime my brother and I would hang around the local beach all day waiting for strangers to buy us ice cream (strangers who were often naked stoned hippies). As long as we were home when the streetlights came on we were considered safe.

But alas the poor children of today when not strapped to leashes disguised as panda backpacks are on a tight schedule of structured play dates, tsunami drills, emergency cel phones and amber alert paranoia. Or at least I think they are. I try not to spend too much time with children I'm not directly related to. Notwithstanding all those toys that were taken off the market due to the accidental death of a child or ten are no less fun and entertaining today. Thus I suggest the following web site:

WWW.BANNEDTOYS.COM