Man I had toys made out of small metal parts with projectiles when I was a kid...

Do-gooders and kill-joys of the world unite! Wrap your kids in cotton wool and then watch the fall-out when they grow up and have to deal with things for themselves.

Are they forgetting the classic 'Bag O' Glass' that you can pick up at Toys R' Us for $14.99?

Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.

hahaha, almost roffled up my lunch.
Carpet Skates:
These “carpet skates” are designed to mimic the sensation of “socks on a hardwood floor”,

POTENTIAL FOR HEAD OR OTHER IMPACT INJURIES!

What a fucking stupid idea

HAPPY DEATHDAY BEAR... fucking eat it.. and die

Aww, 'Ass-Rocket Elmo' didn't make the list this year...

Fucking jacks.... small and sharp and killer on the feet. And those stoopid paddle balls, and clackers; huge glass ball attached to sting... yeah bags o glass are still being sold, those have caused many killer back injuries over the years. BB guns were my favorite though.

LAL@ 'Bag O' Glass'

Remember making ramps on the sidewalk in front of your house that were like 60 fucking degrees and hitting that shit full-speed on your bike WITH NO HELMET? Lawsuits brought about by lazy parenting have completely fucked the toy industry.

Dude, I want one of those air rockets. The neighbor's been buggin' me for some time now...

KMart_Fetus, I built a ramp (consisting of planks of wood resting on cinderblocks) and set it at the top of the 60 degree slant driveway, then would go riding off the top of that fucker at full speed on my BMX (with black star rims, mind you). I can't even count how many times I fucked myself doing that, or wandering around barefoot in the creeks behind my house, having snakes swim between my legs. Kids these days are going to grow up to be a bunch of pussies. They want to take my trampoline away now? Yeah, my ass hurt when I fell straight through it after the zillionth jump but DAM that was a rush!

There was a drainage pond/percolation field down the street, and at the right time of the year (when it was 105 out) we would ride our bikes down the near vertical sides for 15-20 feet, then hit a plywood/dirt pile ramp that wood launch us into the air and across the water. Mostly we would splatter across the green, luke warm pond, eventually sinking in the foot and a half of water and three feet of mud.
The only truely dangerous things we did involved homade fireworks and gasoline. I showed up at dinner missing my eyebrows from the backflash more than once. My Mom would make it through about half of dinner, then look up and stop mid-bite.
'Where's your eyebrows?', and we would have to act like we didn't know what she was talking about.

HA HA

'What eyebrows' haha