So Mrs. Jones comes into the pharmacy, red-faced and angry, and asks her pharmacist where he keeps the arsenic...
He asks her, "What the hell do you want arsenic for, Jane?"...
She replies, "Bob, I want to kill my frickn' husband!!"...
He says, "Oh come on, Jane, you know I can't do that."...
So,she reaches into her purse and hands the pharmacist a Polaroid of her husband in bed, banging the shit out of the pharmacist's wife...
He takes a long long look at the pic and says, "Well, shit, Jane, you didn't tell me you had a prescription for it!!"...
He asks her, "What the hell do you want arsenic for, Jane?"...
She replies, "Bob, I want to kill my frickn' husband!!"...
He says, "Oh come on, Jane, you know I can't do that."...
So,she reaches into her purse and hands the pharmacist a Polaroid of her husband in bed, banging the shit out of the pharmacist's wife...
He takes a long long look at the pic and says, "Well, shit, Jane, you didn't tell me you had a prescription for it!!"...

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