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Keystone, who lives way out west where it hardly ever rains, sent this one about
sex and good English!

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 just what he
was in for.

The old medicine man slowly, methodically produced a potion, handed it to him, and
with a grip on his shoulder, warned, "This is a very 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."

The man was encouraged. As he walked away, he turned and asked the medicine man,
"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. As soon as he got home, he 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 became excited and began throwing off her clothes. 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,
because we could end up with a dangling participle…