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Divorce vs. Murder

A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to
the pharmacist; looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I'd 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 explained, "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 said, "Well, you didn't tell me you
had a prescription."
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