>A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up
>to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would
>like to buy some cyanide."
>
>The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"
>
>The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."
>
>The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed,
>"Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your
>husband. That's against the law! I'll lose my license! They'll
>throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen.
>
>Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"
>
>The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her
>husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.
>
>The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied,
>
>"Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."

Chortle, chortle, snarf, snarf!! Good one, Dude.

lmao