This fellow comes into a pharmacy and asks for a <br>vial of Cyanide. The pharmacist, trying to keep a professional <br>posture, asked what he wanted it for.<br><br>He answered, &quot;I want to kill my wife.&quot;<br><br>&quot;I'm sorry Sir,&quot; the pharmacist replied, &quot;but you <br>will have to understand under such circumstances I <br>can't sell you any Cyanide.&quot;<br><br>The guy reaches into his wallet and produces a photo <br>of his wife. <br><br>The pharmacist blushes and replies, &quot;I am sorry <br>Sir, I didn't realize you had a prescription.&quot;

 

This is one of my favorites:

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