A woman walks into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist for some arsenic.
He asks “What for?”
She says “I want to kill my husband.”
He says “Sorry, I can’t do that.”
She then reaches into her purse and pulls out a photo of her husband in bed
with the pharmacist’s wife and hands it to him.
He says, “You didn’t tell me you had a prescription…”
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Author: Jorah
I grew up in New England, did a short stint in the U.S. Navy after high school, worked in various factories, built & renovated houses, and finally moved to the Carolinas in 1998 to start working at what was then a large regional bank and is now a really big nationwide bank.
I work doing SharePoint management site management. After work I make soap, knit, ride my motorcycle, read, watch movies & eat.
I ride a Yamaha V-Star 1300. I am pretty sure that I want to hike the Appalachian Trail someday, or possibly do a long-distance rowing trip. I'll be retiring in a few years, and hope to run a craft soap-making business to bring in some cash.
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