Red necks have all the answers

A nice, calm, and respectable lady went to the pharmacy. She 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 mercy! 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 in 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 story. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."
>_________________________________________________________________

boat dr where do you come up with this stuff, it's great.

James, at 52 yrs. there is not enough time to get pissed off.I have found that i can laugh at you laughing at me,besides that if you live down here you fall into three catagories..

#1 You are a coona$$

#2 You are a redneck

#3 You are a tranplant

I prefer to be #2

And the subject of sir and the female,let your mind wonder on that one.........
       boat dr