my favorite story of crossing the boarder was when I was 14 and was crossing the boarder with a friend and his older brother who was 18 and we were driving a van....
while we were in line the older brother told us about the bung hole search...
well, we got pulled over and searched, taken into the customs office... all three of us sat there in stone silence, until one of the boarder agents called the older brother to come with him...
as he walked to the room with the agent, he turned back at us, shook his head, and rolled his eyes..... we instantly were on the floor laughing and crying....
yes..... he was off for the dreaded bung hole search......
we got turned back, they werent letting an 18 year old over with two minors.....
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