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 in 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 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.

Moremonte, you are herby under arrest and confined to yor room unti further notice!

That is funny but truly sad.