WHAT’S YOUR POISON?

Izzy A Fungi, email

A MAN is at the bar looking sad. The bartender asks him: “What’s with the long face?”

“I’ve had three wives,” the man replies, “but they all died.”

“Wow, sorry to hear that,” the bartender sympathises. “How’d they go?”

“Well, the first one ate poisonous mushrooms,” the man says.

“What about the second one?” the bartender asks.

“Poisonous mushrooms.”

“And the third ate poisonous mushrooms too?” the bartender asks.

“No,” the man replies. “She was strangled.”

“Oh no!” the bartender exclaims. “How did that happen?”

The man replies: “She wouldn’t eat the damn mushrooms.”