I wonder why anabolic steroids, growth hormone and all the other <deleted> the usual musclehead loves to take are not mentioned. It reminds me of a funny story which occurred around 15 years ago. A friend of mine, with whom I used to work out in a gym in Munich which back in the day partially belonged to Arnold, came to Thailand with his beautiful and sexy girlfriend. At some point, he asked me where he could buy high-quality gear, and I introduced him to a pharmacist whom I knew quite well and who was selling quality products at that time. On their last day, I picked them up at their hotel room to drive them to the airport. He proudly presented me his suitcase, which was more than half full of anabolic steroids and growth hormone, stating: 'Man, that was cheap, that's going to last quite some time.' I scratched my head and said: 'Buddy, it's more likely that you are going to do quite some time. You know very well how strict the customs controls in Munich are, and a monster like you, I can guarantee, they're gonna check your stuff.' Long story short, he made it through customs, but he had help. His girlfriend. She looked pretty much like Pamela Anderson in Barb Wire, only she would dress even more seductively. A few times, my friend suddenly had a terrible 'headache' but didn't want to ruin his girlfriend's holidays, so he asked me to take her out for a few hours for him to recover, aka go for an ST, which I gladly did. Let me tell you, I really enjoyed seeing all those jaws drop when we walked into some restaurant or discotheque or whatever Pattaya had to offer at that time. But back to Munich airport. They switched the contents of their suitcases. The girlfriend walked through customs with all the forbidden stuff and, as expected, her baggage was not checked. She even smiled at the officers and said something like: 'Hey boys, any of you fancy a body search on me?' When she was in the taxi on her way back home, she called him on her cell phone, telling him that everything went well, and then he went through customs. Again, as expected, they pulled him out and the whole thing turned into a very embarrassing situation because his suitcase was full of this erotic lingerie and the other sexy stuff that she used to wear all the time. My friend later told me that the customs officer took some of her garter belts and thigh-highs out of the suitcase, looked at them, then looked at my friend, then looked at them again and asked him: 'Are these yours? I mean, do you wear that stuff?' Now imagine this 120 kg bodybuilder looking back at the customs officer, nodding shamefully and answering: 'Well, sometimes... not all the time.' Well, still better embarrassed than incarcerated!
