The Man With A Long Chin's Diary

 

Being A Smuggler

21/3/96-?/3/96

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.


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