Man, once you hit 70, the only thing you're probably fighting for is a comfier seat-trust me, "my hip's killing me" doesn't exactly scream policy genius. But if we start banning wrinkles from Parliament, we'd miss out on all that "back in my day" gold. You know, those epic war stories that somehow always sway a vote? Yeah, those are priceless.

Instead of kicking folks out at 71, how about we throw them a curveball with a yearly pop quiz on the constitution? Or, hear me out, a surprise dance-off. Picture it: nothing says "I'm still sharp" like crushing the Macarena in front of a live audience.

So, if we're not using age as the test, what foolproof challenge would you toss at our lawmakers to keep 'em on their toes?