"The Husband's 1, 2, 3."
A husband was given a gift certificate from his wife for a consultation with an American Indian medicine man living on a nearby reservation who was rumored to have a simple cure for erectile dysfunction.
The husband went to the reservation and saw the medicine man.
The old Indian gave him a potion and, with a grip on his shoulder, warned, "This is a powerful medicine. You take only one teaspoonful, and then say, 1-2-3. When you do this, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life and you can perform for as long as you want."
The man thanked the old Indian medicine man and as he walked away, he turned and asked, "How do I stop the medicine from aking me hard?"
"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, then took a spoonful of the medicine. Then he 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 becamme the manliest of men.
His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes, aking, "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.