A British national travelling to Australia on holiday is stopped at customs after getting off the plane. There, the customs agent asks him, “business or pleasure?”
“Pleasure,” he replies.
“Anything to declare?”
“Does jet lag count?” the Brit asks with a cheesy smile. The Aussie customs agent looks up, drearily, unamused.
“Do you have a criminal history?”
Suddenly, the British man becomes concerned, and looks around nervously.
“What’s wrong?” the customs agent asks.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the brit replies. “No, I don’t. I didn’t realise we still needed one of those”