once again, I'm looking out for you and the person-who-has-everything on your gift list.
how about this special little number:
for those times when you're feel especially wicked (not that I'm saying you're wicked, it just that sometimes, I know I have been known to laugh my evil laugh, and I'm always wishing I had a moustache to twirl at those moments and I'm just assuming other people feel the same. sometimes. but maybe I'm wrong. In that case see option #2.)
when you need to throw the paparazzi off your trail so you can grocery shop in peace.
perhaps you might just need a disguise.
secret agents might find it here.