Joke 858

29 Jul
Zimm

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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9 Responses to “Joke 858”

  1. colonialist July 29, 2013 at 14:06 #

    Hahahaha! You’re killing me! 🙂

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  2. benzeknees July 29, 2013 at 14:25 #

    ROFL!

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  3. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com July 29, 2013 at 14:31 #

    Even Jock roared with laughter at this one!

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  4. Terry July 29, 2013 at 14:31 #

    sad, but funny

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  5. slpmartin July 29, 2013 at 15:46 #

    Oh…a good morning laugh.

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  6. viveka July 29, 2013 at 15:59 #

    Good ONE …. Good ONE! *laughter

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  7. Viciously Sweet July 30, 2013 at 00:41 #

    This one definitely made me giggle.

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  8. sharechair July 30, 2013 at 13:59 #

    Makes perfect sense to me!

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  9. Grannymar July 31, 2013 at 07:16 #

    Now that put a smile on my face that is sure to last all day!

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