I love the snippet of NIN at the beginning.
"You make this all go away..."

Fuck. That kid was planning for some serious shit to go down.

What's the point of this exercise? The kid doesn't dare move or even stand up straight -- if he did you'd see every hunk of large iron. He has to lean forward to make the front of his shirt hang out to hide the grips.

Dress code? How about a naked code? No clothes, no concealed weapons. Is is just my imagination, or is that a Florida accent on the bimbo narration?

Now let's see the video showing how many pieces the kid can pack when following the dress code... Same number? More? Sheesh.

This is really just a way to enforce everybody dressing like the caspers.

*ashamed to live in a country has produces this sort of bogus crap and disguises it as teacher training*

I got some Rocket in my pants... oh, no that's arugula.

Yeah, the shotgun is the best. Ok, sure, he has it stuffed in his pants, but it's not like he's going anywhere without walking like a gimp.

The little peashooter Saturday Night Specials are amusing, though. OMG LOOK! I have not one, not two, but FIVE DOZEN GUNS in my pants. Right, well, they're all pieces of crap that hold two shots each, hey, maybe 4. but... FIVE DOZEN GUNS. (This is where you gasp in horror!) And they're all in my pockets. Yeah, ok, I got them all out of a vending machine in South Central LA, but still!

Granted, he's also packing an SMG with an extended clip and a full sized revolver.

The question is: if you have a dozen guns in your pants, do you still undo the belt and go "over-the-top" to pee, or do you finally submit to using the fly?

I watched it with the sound off, and it was a powerful argument in favor of baggy cargo pants.

Some AV kid probably laughed his head off putting the music in. Ah, high school.