Check out what happend to a buddy of mine:
He was overseas and acquies a number of illegal weapons. The night before he is to leave, he gets blithering drunk. Packs them into a duffel bag. Passes out, wakes up the next morning, rushes off to airport, boards military aircraft, flies home. While standing in line at customs, severily hung over, he remembers what he packed the night before. Starts sweating profusely. Vetern/Customs Agent comes out, sees him standing there in uniform, waves him up to the front. Escorts him through and lets him pass on through. He goes home, still packing severe heat. He is home about a month, when one morning, he awoke to the sounds of someone knocking on his door. He opens it to find a US Marshal standing there. He says, Good Morning, Mr.______. I have a list of illegal firearms you brought back with you into the states. I am going to give you the opportunity to redeem yourself. If you give me every firearm on this list, I will walk away, and nothing more will ever be said. You have to decide what firearms is on my list, if a single firearm is left out and it's on my list, you go to prison for a very loooong time.
My buddy and gets them all. EVery single one, hands them to him in the same duffel bag. The USM inventories them, says thank you and walks away.
That was over ten years ago.
Tell me that wasn't a pucker factor of -30!?
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