Originally posted by chrisJS
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Speaking of drug stories, I once can a container of "powdery substance" roll out of my carry-on luggage and onto the conveyor belt right in front of airport security at LAX. I looked up at her, she looked up at me, and she said, "Don't worry, I'm not looking for that anyway." and let me go. I don't know if I'm just the luckiest SOB ever or what, but in my days of doing stupid shyt, it's truly a miracle I never got busted. Cops have had me dead to rights so many times (incl DUI) but let me off for some reason. I like to think it's the wonderful manners my momma instilled in me.
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