A NICE, CALM AND RESPECTABLE LADY WENT INTO THE PHARMACY, WALKED UP TO THE > PHARMACIST, LOOKED STRAIGHT INTO HIS EYES, AND SAID, "I WOULD LIKE TO BUY > SOME CYANIDE." > > > > THE PHARMACIST ASKED, "WHY IN THE WORLD DO YOU NEED CYANIDE?" > > THE LADY REPLIED, "I NEED IT TO POISON MY HUSBAND." > > THE PHARMACIST'S EYES GOT BIG AND HE EXCLAIMED, "LORD HAVE MERCEY! 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 > REPLIED, "WELL NOW, THAT'S A DIFFERENT. YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU HAD A > PERSCRIPTION!". >
If u blame life u blame who give it suh dnt blame life blame the wayhow u live it, God neva sleep him wake him nuh mek mistake suh blame it on u frends and in u surroundings weh fake