Airport StoriesBack when I was a moody teenager I took a cheap flight that involved changing planes and having to go through security again. My bags were pre-checked so, when I set off the metal detector, I honestly said to the security guy that I had no idea what had set it off.
Until, that is, he searched me and found the metal knife and fork stamped "KLM" I'd nicked off the previous flight.
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chthonic, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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How to fuck up your mates.......I was sharing a room with a mate in a guesthouse in Thailand and on the floor one day I left a nice bottle of the K-hole in a bag of ice. Of course the ice all melted and the water went all over the floor and our backpacks. Not a problem at all and that night a good time was had by all dancing like bread bins.
Forward a week and my mate flew to Adalaide. Customs swabbed his bag, which led to a four hour interview. Apparently the best bit was at the beginning when they asked him"Can you explain why you have traces of special K on your bag?" to which he replied "Isn't that a fucking breakfast cereal". Apparently they get quite arsey if you swear at them.
Still let him into the country though.
Length uuuurrr what are you talking about, I can't even feel my feet, where do my arms stop anyway.........doesn't the roof look furry..... I'm confused.
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The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sat 4 Mar 2006, 15:32,
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