In reply to barefootskater :
In the left bed someone keeps throwing up and moaning, and in the right bed is a homeless guy with rotting feet that smells so bad you can feel it on your face; in your bed the nurse, named Gregror, rams an (unmentionable) in your (unmentionable) and you go "aaAAAAIIIIIEEEEeeee!!!!" Thank god for these curtains.
barefootskater said:In reply to stanger_missle :
What's in the box?
I got pulled over in my teens with a few of my friends in the car. One of them had a box. The overly inquisutive officer asked what was in it. To which my buddy replied, "Definitely not a severed head." It was a long night but got off with a warning.
As newlyweds 18 years ago, my wife and I visited Juarez, MX between sessions at a conference she was attending in El Paso. I was unimpressed but she really seemed to like it and we bought some trinkets to bring back home. One trinket was a small vase.
At the border station, the officer asked if we were bringing anything back into the U.S. and my wife casually tells him, "yeah, just a little pot."
"A vase, honey! A VASE."
Of course the officer unwrapped and inspected every possession on our person or within a 5 foot radius and we rode our little tour bus nervously back to the hotel in El Paso.
Canadian Mountie at the Niagra Falls border crossing asked SWMBO where we were from, we both said, "Columbus, OH." Which is where we had lived for the past 2 years while SWMBO was in grad school, but we then had to explain why we had Arkansas tags on our car. The Mountie asked where we were heading, neither one of us could remember the name of the hotel we were staying in. Finally the Mountie asked if we had any weapons, to which I said, "uhhh, I've got a pocket knife." SWMBO audibly sighed. The Mountie asked to see the knife, I handed him my Gerber EZ Out, he opened it, looked at it, closed it, handed it back to me, told us to enjoy our trip, and let us into Canada.
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