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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From a previous post, but hey, its topical...Was at Nice airport in France...
a couple of years ago on route to visit a mate in Monaco, and got stopped by French customs who, for some reasons must have had it in for me.
They basically accused me of having cocaine in my bag, ganja in my pocket and then swabbed my hands for explosives!! - wtf!!
Having done none of the above, i was then nearly attacked by a passing sniffer dog, who was obviously so high on weed that he must of thought i was 'carrying'.
This then resulted in me being surrounded by 6 armed French cops, who carted me off to a side room. I was then asked to strip naked and remove my 'pantalons'.
After being asked to turn round i clenched my teeth (and arse cheeks) and awaited the inevitable. - Luckily for me, all they did was stare at my arse for a minute and told me to get dressed (Fucking perverts).
I was then released and allowed to carry on my way. But i was still given a 'we'll get him next time' dirty look???
Spose' i shouldn't have walked through customs in the first place with a lit fag in my mouth, shades on, wearing a Bob Marley T-shirt, whilst on my mobile.
No apologies for length, girth, tightness of arse cheeks etc. (which is also what i said to the pervert French customs guy while he stared at my cock. The puff.)
(, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 11:04, Reply)
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