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Antique Skull Travel Cases

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Antique Skull Travel Cases
These Antique Skull Travel Cases are a cool way to creep out the TSA while traveling.

Whatcha got in there?

Nothin’.

Mind if I take a look.

I would rather you not.

Open up the case sir.

It was your idea. You open it. *Backs up slowly.*

*Guy hits the buttons and the case lid flies open. Two midgets in full clown costumes climb out. One of them kicks the guy in the nads. As he’s doubled over, the other midget clown pushes the dude, who falls into the suitcase, screaming as if he’s falling forever. Both midget clowns climb back inside and close the lid.*

*Looks around airport. Tries to act nonchalant.*

We all good guys?

*There’s a knock on the suitcase from inside.* Awesome. *Goes on my way, whistling.*

Human Anatomy Suitcases

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skeleton suitcase
Fans of human anatomy will love these cool yet icky looking suitcases from space24retro, showing off the human body and the fact that we are all just bags of meat and bone all walking around looking weird as hell under our skin. The human anatomy suitcase. Perfect for traveling…long trips to the doctor’s office or a visit to the coroner.

Hopefully they don’t provoke the TSA into giving you a firsthand lesson in human anatomy. No one likes the tickle the colon from the inside game.
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A Suitcase For Head Cases

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head case suitcaseTry explaining this suitcase to the TSA. “What ya got in there?” Oh crap. “Nothin’ sir. Please don’t grope my balls.” The Orwellian mongoloid snaps his glove on his wrist and winks at the Obama poster on the wall, also blowing a kiss. Then he turns back to you. “Looks like your smuggling some heads in their sir. You wanna step aside so I can give you a cavity search?” You scratch your head. “Oh, well that’s not so bad. I go to the dentist regularly. Hey wait just a-”

It all ends with the pair of you smoking a cigarette in an empty room. You, bent over a table, with your pants at your ankles and the TSA goon removing his soiled glove. You start to speak, but he gently puts a finger to your lips as your eyes meet. “Shhhhhhhhh.”, he whispers. “No words.”