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duberdurm
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> > >This fellow comes into a pharmacy and asks for a vial of Cyanide.
> > >
> > >The pharmacist, trying to keep a professional posture, asked what
he
wanted
> > >it for.
> > >
> > >He answered, "I want to kill my wife."
> > >
> > >"I'm sorry Sir," the pharmacist replied, "but you will have to
understand
> > >under such circumstances I can't sell you any Cyanide."
> > >
> > >The guy reaches into his wallet and produces a photo of his wife.
> > >
> > >The pharmacist blushes and replies, "I am sorry Sir, I didn't
realize
you
> > >had a prescription."
> > >
> > >The pharmacist, trying to keep a professional posture, asked what
he
wanted
> > >it for.
> > >
> > >He answered, "I want to kill my wife."
> > >
> > >"I'm sorry Sir," the pharmacist replied, "but you will have to
understand
> > >under such circumstances I can't sell you any Cyanide."
> > >
> > >The guy reaches into his wallet and produces a photo of his wife.
> > >
> > >The pharmacist blushes and replies, "I am sorry Sir, I didn't
realize
you
> > >had a prescription."