On his 70th birthday, a man was given a gift certificate from his wife. The certificate was for consultation with an Indian medicine man living on a nearby reservation who was rumored to have a simple cure for erectile dysfunction.

The husband went to the reservation and saw the medicine man. The old Indian gave him a potion and, with a grip on his shoulder, warned ‘ This is a powerful medicine. You take only a teaspoonful, and then say: ‘ 1-2-3.' When you do, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life, and you can perform for as long as you want. ’ The man thanked the old Indian, and as he walked away, he turned and asked: “ How do I stop the medicine from working?"

"Your partner must say ‘ 1-2-3-4,' he responded, "but when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon. ”

He was very eager to see if it worked so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom. When she came in, he took off his clothes and said: "1-2-3 ’. Immediately, he was the manliest of men. His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes, and asked: "What was the 1-2-3 for? ’

And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with a dangling participle.

I'll be retelling that one!

Stolen!

Ha!

H&K-Guy