Finders Keepers, Losers DON'T GET DINOSAURS

Soooo I have not seen all that many people talking about what is sure to be known as the most important litigation of our times! I am referring, of course, to the Smithsonian kindly reminding us all that if you find dinosaur bones, you get to keep them.

DUDE.

But! There are so many more possibilities than a stunning new decoration for your home or a really outsize table made out of apatosaurus ribcage!

Now, if - okay, let's be honest, WHEN - a charmingly mad scientist manages to rouse a living deinonychus from the grave and it almost noms you in an EAT cute (guys seriously how is it to be in the presence of greatness, is it fun, I bet it's fun), not ONLY will you have a handsome and insane new boyfriend, but ALSO you will be able to train your deinonychus to give you rides everywhere so you can terrify the townspeople into doing your bidding.

Yeah, baby.
(Here at Selma Corp we don't believe in dinosaurs with feathers.
A. Lame
B. Have you seen how often paleontologists change their minds
about these things? They're worse than a politician with a busted
teleprompter.)