Every once in a while I come up with a fantastic solution to a problem that is completely non-applicable to my life. Today was just such one of those days. PROBLEM 1A: There is way too much change in my car's ashtray. I can barely open it, and it's almost all pennies. PROBLEM 1B: There are bums begging for change on every street corner around here who are dirty, poor, and completely unoriginal. Giving them change means they will talk to me. PROBLEM 1C: I hate when Bums talk to me. Ladies and gentlemen, problem solved.

The Bum Toll. You post up in one of these suits next to a stop sign at a busy intersection and you're no longer the irritating smelly bum who begs for change, you're the smelly irritating bum who people throw change at. I get rid of pennies in my ashtray by the handful, you get funds for malt liquor and crystal meth, and best of all... there are no bothersome teeth to break as I drop it off at fifty miles per hour.

Perry ingenuity at its best.