You couldn't make it up dept. no.71: the Department's return (or, happy living through chemistry)

[fpb]

In the village of Fiumefreddo, Sicily, lived a married woman whose tastes in bed were apparently no longer being met by her husband. Like many women before her, she found an alternative male. Unlike most of them, she decided that she really wanted her husband to leave her alone. And she insured it by feeding him a cocktail of various sleep-making chemicals in his evening meal every night. Unfortunately, her husband was not quite as stupid as she thought; and, after a few clinical analyses, the inventive lady found herself sent to spend a few years at the Italian taxpayers' expense, for administering a noxious substance.

Comments

[theswordmaiden.livejournal.com]

LOL, how did the husband realize what she was giving him?

[fpb.livejournal.com]

That's exactly what happened.

[theswordmaiden.livejournal.com]

Oh, he simply did.

[jamesenge.livejournal.com]

Nutty!

"Cold River"--interesting name for a town in Sicily.

[fpb.livejournal.com]

There are mountains in Sicily, you know. But congrats on your Italian.

[jamesenge.livejournal.com]

"There are mountains in Sicily, you know."

Right--but the most famous one I associate more with heat than cold. (Also a certain Cyclops.)

"But congrats on your Italian."

Thanks--it's not nearly as good as it ought to be; my conversation has lots of long Shatneresque pauses and desperate borrowings from Latin.

[rfachir.livejournal.com]

Bad coffee happens, but night after night can really wear a person down.