Originally Posted by Spoiler (Post 3710481)

The guys at the border certainly have a lot more authority than local LEOs or State Toopers and they have zero sense of humor as well. Glad you didnt get caught crossing dirty or you might still be hanging out in the sore butt hotel... yee-haw...

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Originally Posted by Leingod (Post 3710574)

I mean it's a rare feat to beat the meat with no retreat until your skin has pleats

Originally Posted by madwi (Post 3710571)

Back in the day when we crossed into Windsor, Ca. we barely talked with the border guards. Most I have ever heard was "American?" and "Anything to declare?" and then they gave you the get out of here thumb. Often times, bright and early morning, them mofos would stare you down and just tell you to hurry up and go on. :icon17:

Originally Posted by Spoiler (Post 3710589)

For a short period in the late 70’s, I worked in Sarnia but lived in Michigan. Having to cross twice each day led me to more than once being questioned down. Once my car got partially dismantled in an effort to find nothing. Another time I got to sit naked on a bench after a strip search. (However, on the plus side, that is when I first learned to speak Canadian.... EH! )

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Originally Posted by Spoiler (Post 3710598)

Back in the day, I went over there a few times just for poontang

Originally Posted by madwi (Post 3710599)

:iagree: Being 18 years old and in Canada was amazing! Drinkin', chicks and gambling. :tup:

Originally Posted by Spoiler (Post 3710598)

Back in the day, I went over there a few times just for poontang

Originally Posted by Leingod (Post 3710592)

I just go to Canada for poutine....

Originally Posted by Rusty (Post 3710622)

Yucky cheeze on fries. :shakes head::shakes head:

Originally Posted by Leingod (Post 3710625)

You mean gravy and cheese curds. :yum: