Being A Smuggler
22/3/96 - BEING A SMUGGLER
My first smuggling run went awfully well! I hid a load of castors under an apron and ran screaming through customs.
When one of the officials questioned me, I bluffed my way out of it by telling him I was his boss. He didn't want to let me go at first, but when I threatened to smother him, he waved me through.
I sold the castors at a car boot sale in Israel.