On my 75th 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 a way, 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
When she came in,
I took off my clothes and said, '1 -2-3!'
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
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