Zimm (Photo credit: JoeAlterio)
A lady walks into a drugstore and asks the pharmacist for some arsenic.
“Ma’am, what do you want with arsenic?”
“To kill my husband.”
“I can’t sell you arsenic to kill a person!”
The lady lays down a photo of a man and a woman in a compromising position. The man is her husband and the woman is the pharmacist’s wife.
He takes the photo and nods. “I didn’t realize you had a prescription!”
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adderall-withdrawal (Photo credit: Life Mental Health)
We had no internet for 24 hours. I couldn’t blog, email, spend hours playing games or prepare today’s joke.
Here’s the weird part: I didn’t cry, scream, moan, complain, sweat, bitch, or play up in any way.
I had no withdrawal symptoms at all.
I think I’m sick.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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