There’s a story among some of my friends about the time this happened to one of us (declaring our love of Snapple to a not-so-impressed border guard), and it seems that, after all this time, no one can remember to whom it happened and who else was there to witness it. At least, I can’t.
Regardless, it’s always stuck in my mind as a great way to get your car torn apart in a search, just for being a smartass.
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Wait, are you getting paid by Snapple, or is this based on a true event?
Nope, true event (sorta).
I would be glad to become a shill for Snapple™ — Made from the Best Stuff on Earth!® — though, should they want to provide remuneration in the form of cold beverages and cold hard cash!
Nice produce placement!