Smuggling
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Loading ...A suspicious looking man drove up to the border where he was greeted by a sentry. When the guard looked in the trunk, he was surprised to find six sacks bulging at the seams.
“What’s in here?” he asked.
“Dirt,” the driver replied.
“Take them out,” the guard ordered. “I want to check them out.”
Obligingly, the man removed the bags, and, sure enough, each one of them contained nothing more than dirt. Reluctantly, the guard let him go.
For the next two months, the same guy came back each week, each time with sacks of dirt in his trunk and each time the guard searched them to find nothing more there.
Finally, the guard became so frustrated he quit his job and became a bartender.
Then one night the suspicious looking man came in for a drink. Hurrying towards him, the former guard said, “Listen, pal, drinks are on the house tonight if you’ll do me a favor: Just tell me what the fuck you were smuggling all that time.”
Grinning broadly, the man leaned close to the bartender’s ear and whispered, “Cars.”
