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Coming back from a visit to Vancouver was a bad experience for me too
As me and one of my models walked past the drug dog, the fucker lifted its head and sniffed my ass...
They immediately take us into a back room and tear apart our bags, x-ray stuff, and threaten us with strip searches.
They demand to know where the drugs are and tell us how much trouble we are in.
I told them they are not going to find any drugs
customs agent: THE DOG DOES NOT LIE
me: I wore these pants in a smokey club last night.. maybe thats what the dog smelled
Customs agent: OH YEAH!? what else was in this club? COCAINE!? ECSTACY!?
Me: I dunno.. it was a shitty club, i had two crappy canadian beers and left
Customs agent: *snapping rubber glove* This is your last chance boy.
Me: If you wanna shove your hand up my ass, you go right ahead, You won't find anything up there except shit.
After that he decided i was serious and had no drugs and let us go...
ugh.. I hate US Customs
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