A visit to a witch doctor

[idk01]

On my 70th birthday, I got a gift certificate from my wife. The certificate
paid for a visit to a witch doctor 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 witch doctor and wondered what I was in for.

The old man produced a potion, handed it to me, and with a grip on my
shoulder, warned, "Mmmm, this powerful medicine. Must be respected. You
take one teaspoonful and say 1-2-3. When you do, you become more manly than you've been in many moons and you perform as long as you want."

I was encouraged. As I walked away, I turned and asked, "How do I stop the medicine from working?"

"Your partner say 1-2-3-4", he responded. "But when she do that, medicine not work again until next full moon."

I was eager to see if it worked. I hurried 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
tearing 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.