On my 53rd birthday, I got a gift certificate from my wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a shaman 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 shaman, 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 be longer and harder 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,' the shaman 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 Jaynene 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.Jaynene 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.