So, just to be clear, 9-11 changed dick.
I took a plane out to my sister's wedding in Montana and after arriving I've realised security let me on with a boxcutter, four razor blades and two lighters in my bag. How can you not see a bunch of razor blades and lighters in an x-ray machine? They're iconic. They're practically letters. Kind of makes me wish I hadn't bothered smuggling this bong up my ass. I should have just filled it with black powder and stuck it under my turban.