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A respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked him straight in the eye 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 photo of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.

The pharmacist looked at the photo and replied, "Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."
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