Divorce vs. Murder
A nice, calm, 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, ‘I can’t
give you cyanide to kill your husband. That’s against the
law! I will 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 at a fancy restaurant, having dinner 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.’
A nice, calm, 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, ‘I can’t
give you cyanide to kill your husband. That’s against the
law! I will 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 at a fancy restaurant, having dinner 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.’
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