So my dad and I were finishing up a road trip and we were at the Canada/US border.
Customs Agent: Do you have anything to declare?
Dad: No
Customs Agent: No drugs? Alcohol? Firearms?
Dad: We bought lots of coke. BIG pack of coke.
Customs Agent: Sir?
Me: He means this (I point to the 24-pack of Coke in our back seat)

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