Prescription
Calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked right up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, âI would like to buy some cyanide.â
The pharmacist asked, âWhy in the world do you need cyanide?â
The lady replied, âI need it to poison my husband.â
The pharmacistâs eyes got big and he exclaimed, âLord have mercy! I canât give you cyanide to kill your husband! Thatâs against the law! Iâll lose my license! Theyâll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!â
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacistâs wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, âWell now, thatâs different. You didnât tell me you had a prescription.â
