Kat went all Hi-Tech in the Battle of the Sexes the other day *continuing in a louder voice* and a doggone fine job she did, too! Uhhh--and *hairy eyeball* somebody else had entirely too much fun with the idea.
However, since the hypersonic, broken-chromosome-seeking WomanScorned Missile is a pricey piece of hardware, some frugal traditionalists will continue to tout the benefits of the *personal* touch...
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A lady walks into a drug store and tells the pharmacist she needs some cyanide.
The pharmacist said, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?" The lady then explained she needed it to poison her husband.
The pharmacist's eyes got big and he said, "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 and all kinds of bad things will happen! No! Absolutely not--NO, you can NOT 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, you didn't tell me you had a *prescription*..."
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Tip of the battered flight helmet to Bear--our crewchiefs and gunners didn't have callsigns, but they *did* have "handles"...
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