Lying about your weight (or height, if you're a dude) to the Department of Motor Vehicles is the type of perjury everyone commits, even in countries with much less sedentary and high-fructose corn syrup centric lifestyles, but a Washington Post piece on the subject (spoiler alert: the ending is irritating) brings up some interesting points about the practice, like how people tend to lose weight in the process of becoming corpses authorities have to identify using their drivers license descriptions. I always put my weight three pounds heavier than Janice Dickinson's, although I have no idea whether that is true and, oh cripes, no scale with which to test it. [Washington Post]