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An Australian traveller was caught with two live pigeons stuffed in his trousers as he returned from a trip to the Middle East, customs officials said today.
The 23-year-old man was searched after authorities discovered two eggs in a vitamin container in his luggage, said Richard Janeczko, the national investigations manager for the customs service.
They found the pigeons wrapped in padded envelopes and strapped to each of the man’s legs with a pair of tights. Officials also seized seeds in his money belt and an undeclared eggplant.
Har!
Boy, that leg hair kinda blends right into the carpet==hard to tell what I’m looking at.
The bigger news is that Darwins theory is proved again: The missing link has been found living among us.
Sounds like a magician or DINNER..
#1, WoW,I was about to make a nearly identical post.
Hahaha
I’d love to hear his excuse. This is the sort of thing that really makes the day of a bored customs agent.
Midnight Express man
A bird in the pants is worth two in the… wait, that’s not right.
Charged with not declaring “knee hair”.
Is that a pigeon in your pants, or are you glad to see me?
J/P=?
#3, SL,
Is that something you would want to admit to.
😉
Listen, any guy who thinks that birds in his pants are better than birds in the bush, ain’t been putt’n his birds in the right bush…
I wonder if Martha Stewart has a good recipe or cooking tips for trouser-raised pigeons. I’ve heard they’re quite different from free-range.
Be sure to send our agents in the middle east the microfilm by carrier pigeon or your family dies!
The terrorists are communicating by a secure form of communications: pigeons. We are doomed. LOL
Birds were probably very comfortable and at home in that nest of hair
Did anyone check to see if he was wearing ‘budgie smugglers’?
…Maybe he wasn’t smuggling, its just his way to brighten his day. Nothing says relaxation on a long flight than a pair of pigeons in your nickers.
Forget the pigeons. I want to know about the undeclared eggplant.
Anything for a cheap thrill.
It’s got to be “pigeon fancy” gone extreme. It’s not like there’s a huge market in hot pigeons. They’re rats with wings, to most of us! But I suppose there are some pigeon fanciers who can’t bare to be parted from their favorites. I frankly can’t fathom the attraction. We never had a single pigeon in our neighborhood in decades. And now, there’s a flock of a dozen, always flying about the place. So I’m betting one of these breeders has moved in lately. Fine for their enjoyment. But the birds poop on the parked cars and stucco walls, below. Nice of them to bring their own pollution problem with them from wherever the hell they came from. I’ll just bet that if I raised a Hawk, they’d object!