A nice, calm and respectable<br />lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked<br />straight into his eyes, and said, &#39;I would like to buy some cyanide.&#39;<br /><br />The pharmacist asked, &#39;Why in<br />the world do you need cyanide?&#39;<br /><br />The lady replied, &#39;I need it to<br />poison my husband.&#39;<br /><br />The pharmacist&#39;s eyes got big<br />and he exclaimed, &#39;Lord have mercy&#33; I can&#39;t give you cyanide to kill<br />your husband. That&#39;s against the law&#33; I&#39;ll lose my license&#33; They&#39;ll<br />throw both of us in jail&#33; All kinds of bad things will happen.<br />Absolutely not&#33; You CANNOT have any cyanide&#33;&#39;<br /><br />The lady reached into her purse<br />and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist&#39;s<br />wife having sex.<br /><br />The pharmacist looked at the<br />picture and replied, &#39;Well now, that&#39;s different. You didn&#39;t tell me you<br />had a prescription.