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Abie, a rather shy and retiring gentleman who lives a bit southeast sent this on
the subjects of sex and good grammar...

On his 74th birthday, a man received 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, or ED.

After being persuaded, he drove to the reservation, handed his certificate to the
medicine man, and wondered what he was in for.

The old man handed a potion to him, and with a grip on his shoulder warned, "This
is a very powerful medicine. You take only a teaspoonful, and then say aloud, 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
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.
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