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On my 63rd birthday, I received a gift certificate from a friend. The
certificate paid for a visit to a medicine man living on a nearby reservation
in Connecticut . It was rumored that he had a wonderful cure for erectile
dysfunction.

After being persuaded, I drove to the
reservation, handed my ticket to the medicine man and wondered what would happen
next.

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 I walked away, 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 very eager to see if it worked so 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!

ONE COULD END UP WITH A DANGLING PARTICIPLE!