A lady walked into a drug store and told the Pharmacist she needed a bottle of cyanide.
The pharmacist said, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”
“So I can poison that no good husband of mine,” she replied in an indignant tone.
The pharmacist’s turned pale as his eyes grew wide. “Lord have mercy!” He exclaimed. “I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband! That’s against the law! They’d throw us both in jail, and I’d lose my license!”
Then the lady pulled out a photo of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife, and handed it to the pharmacist.
The pharmacist paused briefly as he examined the picture. “Well now,” he said with a restrained tone, “you didn’t tell me you had a prescription.”