from my email

the gift certificate

On my 60th birthday, I got a gift certificate from my 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, I drove to the reservation, handed
my ticket to the medicine man and wondered what I was in for.

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 he 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 eager to see if it worked. 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.