走私犯

<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=776 background=tablebg.jpg border=0><TBODY><TR vAlign=top><TD align=middle width=379 background=gbbg.jpg><TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=350 border=0><TBODY><TR><TD>< class=h align=center>&nbsp;</P>< class=h align=center>走私犯</P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE><BR><TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=350 border=0><TBODY><TR><TD><>　　一个形迹可疑的人开车来到边境，哨兵迎了上去。哨兵在检查汽车行李箱时，惊奇地发现了六个接缝处鼓得紧绷绷的大口袋。 <>　　“里面装的是什么？”他问道。 <>　　“土。”司机回答。 <>　　“把袋子拿出来”，哨兵命令道：“我要检查。” <>　　那人顺从地把口袋搬了出来。确实，口袋里除了土以外，别无他特。哨兵很不情愿地让他通过了。 <>　　一周后，那人又来了，哨兵再次检查汽车上的行李箱。 <>　　“这次袋子里装的是什么？”他问道。 <>　　“土，又运了一些土。”那人回答。 <P>　　哨兵不相信，对那些袋子又进行了检查，结果发现，除了土以外，仍旧一无所获。 <P>　　同样的事情每周重演一次，一共持续了六个月。最后，哨兵被弄得灰心丧气，干脆辞职去当了酒吧侍者。有天夜里，那个形迹可疑的人碰巧途经酒吧，下车喝酒。那位从前的哨兵急忙迎上前去对他说，“我说，老兄，你要是能帮我一个忙，今晚的酒就归我请客。你能不能告诉我，那段时间你到底在走私什么东西？” <P>　　那人俯身过来，凑近侍者的耳朵，裂开嘴笑嘻嘻地说：“汽车。” </P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD><TD align=middle width=397 background=enbg.jpg><TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=370 border=0><TBODY><TR><TD><P class=h align=center>&nbsp;</P><P class=h align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=+1>A Smugglar</FONT></P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE><BR><TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=370 border=0><TBODY><TR><TD><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">The suspicious-looking man drove up to the border, where he was greeted by a sentry. When the guard looked in the trunk, he was surprised to find six sacks bulging at the seams. </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">"What&#39;s in here?" he asked. </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">"Dirt," the driver replied. </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">"Take them out," the guard instructed. "I want to check them." </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">Obliging, the man removed the bags, and sure enough, each one of them contained nothing but dirt. Reluctantly, the guard let him go. </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">A week later the man came back, and once again, the sentry looked in the truck. </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">"What&#39;s in the bags this time?" he asked. </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">"Dirt, more dirt." said the man. </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">Not believing him, the guard checked the sacks and, once again, he found nothing but soil. </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">The same thing happened every week for six months, and it finally became so frustrating to the guard that he quit and became a bartender. Then one night, the suspicious-looking fellow happened to stop by for a drink. Hurrying over to him, the former guard said, "Listen, pal, drinks are on the house tonight if you&#39;ll do me a favor: Just tell me what the hell you were smuggling all that time." </FONT><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">Grinning broadly, the man leaned close to the bartender&#39;s ear and whispered, "Cars." </FONT></P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE><TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=776 background=tablebg.jpg border=0><TBODY><TR align=middle><TD><BR></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>