(For all my grammatically correct friends)

On his 74th birthday, a man got a gift certificate from his wife.

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, he drove to the reservation,
handed his ticket to the medicine man and wondered what
he was there for.

The old man handed a potion to him, 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 as long as you want.

The man was encouraged. 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
then she asked “What’s 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.

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