Like you, I've got at least 37 little bars of hotel soap in my bathroom closet. They always say, "French-Milled Soap." What's so special about that? Hmm. Sorry for the fuzziness.
I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that my best friend Stanley and I would wail on each other in Lot 4 at the University of Maryland using hollow plastic swords from a dollar store. That was when we were in our early twenties. Clearly, foam is the new hollow plastic. They're safe! They're fun! They're carried by Clone Troopers ™ (NOT)!
I don't even have a photo for this entry. Last night while scanning the vast array of cable TV channels at my disposal, the only thing worthy of mentioning was..."Andrew Lessman Your Vitamins Anniversary [sic]". Huh?