A lesson about English!
Thursday, 17. July 2008, 14:10:27
On my 60th 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.
I drove to the reservation, handed my certificate to the
shaman, and wondered what I was in for. The old man slowly
and 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 more manly than you have ever been in your life,
and you will be able to 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?'
He replied, "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
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 undressing ... 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.
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.
I drove to the reservation, handed my certificate to the
shaman, and wondered what I was in for. The old man slowly
and 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 more manly than you have ever been in your life,
and you will be able to 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?'
He replied, "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
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 undressing ... 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.
