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 Lavin
I grew up in New England, moved to the Carolinas in '98 to start working at what was then a large regional bank and is now a really big nationwide bank.
I work doing intranet content management and intranet site management. After work, I practice Aikido, knit, ride my motorcycle, read, watch movies & eat.
I've been studying Aikido since 2014, and I ride an old Honda Shadow. Someday I want to go skydiving, and I am pretty sure that I want to hike the Appalachian Trail someday.
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