On his 75th 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 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 powerful medicine. You take only a teaspoonful and then say 1-2-3. When you do, you will become more manly that 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?" The medicine man responded, "Your partner must say 1-2-3-4, but when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon."
The husband was eager to see if the potion really worked so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the potion, 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 closes 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.
