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Originally Posted by Lonewolf Ed
Ah, no... You should have seen the guy in Customs giving me the fish eye. He squinted at me and stared at my face, "What brought you to... Denmark? Why were you there?"
I just said I have family there, aunts, uncles, cousins, dead grandparents, that sort of thing. What the hell did he think I was doing there? Well, Mr. Customs Agent, I was there to help run young girls from the Faroe Islands to Thailand to bolster the brothels, and I thought I'd run some hash from Pakistan while I was at it, and I joined this secret society over there that is working to further devalue the US dollar. Just a typical vacation, you know?
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I would have considered replying with the following:
"Well, where else am I going to buy cheese danish pastries and Skoal Copenhagen smokeless tobacco?"