The certificate paid for a visit to a medicine man living on a nearby reservation, who was rumored to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction.
After being persuaded, I drove to the reservation, handed my ticket to the medicine man and wondered what I was in for.
The old man slowly, methodically produced a potion, handed it to me, and with a grip on my shoulder, warned, "This is powerful medicine and it must be respected.
You take only a teaspoonful and then say "1-2-3." When you do that, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life and you can perform as long as you want."
I was encouraged. As he walked way, I 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."
I was eager to see if it worked. I went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine and then invited my wife to join me in the bedroom.
When she came in, I took off my clothes and said, "1-2-3!"
Immediately, I was the manliest of men. My wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes. And then she asked, "What was the 1-2-3 for?"
And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition.
Warmie
