Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle.  He's got
two large bags over his shoulders.  The guard stops him and
says, "What's in the bags?"
"Sand," answered Juan.
The guard says, "We'll just see about that ~ get off the bike."
The guard takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties
them out and finds nothing in them but sand.  He detains
Juan overnight and has the sand analysed, only to discover
that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags.

The guard releases Juan, puts the sand into new bags, hefts
them onto the man's shoulders, and lets him cross the border.

A week later, the same thing happens.  The guard asks,
"What have you got?"

"Sand," says Juan.

The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that
the bags contain nothing but sand.  He gives the sand back
to Juan, and Juan crosses the border on his bicycle.

This sequence of events if repeated every day for three years.
Finally, Juan doesn't show up one day and the guard meets
him in a Cantina in Mexico.

"Hey, Buddy," says the guard, "I know you are smuggling
something.  It's driving me crazy.  It's all I think about..... I
can't sleep.  Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?"

Juan sips his beer and says, "...Bicycles."
 
 
JizzY
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"Behind Death, the patricians small pet swamp dragon
held on grimly to the bony hips and thought: 'gaurds or
no gaurds, the next time we pass a window I'm going to
run like buggery'."