Marie, a nice, calm and respectable Cajun lady, went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist whose name is Boudreaux, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, “I would like ta buy some cyanide.”
Boudreaux asked, “Mais, Why in de world do ya need cyanide?”
Marie replied, “Ah need it to poison my husband.”
Boudreaux’s eyes got big and he explained, “Lord have mercy! Ah can’t give you cyanide to kill you husband, dat’s against de law! I’ll lose my license! They’ll throw boat of us in jail! All kinds of bad tings will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!”
Marie reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband, Thibodaux, in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.
Boudreaux looked at the picture and replied, “You didn’t told me you had a prescription.”