Dangling Participle

On his 74^th birthday, my next-door neighbor got a gift certificate from his wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a medicine man living on an Indian reservation that was rumored to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction. After being persuaded to go, he drove to the reservation, handed his certificate to the medicine man and wondered what he was in for.

[COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana][FONT=Calibri]The old man handed a potion to him, and with a grip on his shoulder, warned,

That's a good one. I have a friend who is a doctor and he told me a vast majority of men would he prescribes "dysfunction" medicine to never get them refilled...apparently the wives aren't interested! Imagine that, "Hey honey, look what I've got goin' here!" And she says "Who cares?" What a drag...he told me most of these men have two things in common, they've been married for years and they're overweight...not the healthy, slim guys you see in the commercials.