My mother had a gaggle of brothers and sisters. (Nine that lived to adulthood, to be exact.) It was common knowledge that my grandfather used to say every time he hung his pants on the bedpost, they ended up with another child.
One of my lovely aunts, who may or may not be in her late 70’s, has just gotten the hang of gmail. And when I say gotten the hang of gmail, I mean she forwards me every funny email she gets.
Sure, I love to laugh, but who has time to read forwarded emails all day??
At first I was just deleting them, but then I read one the other day that was entitled, “Divorce vs. Murder.” Considering my current situation, I decided to read it.
It was @(#* funny. Here it is!
A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, I'd like to buy some cyanide."
The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need
The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."
The pharmacist's eyes got big and he explained, "I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband, that's against the law! I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her
husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and said, "You didn't tell me you had a prescription."