Dangling Participle

[oldno7]

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.

The old man handed a potion to him, and with a grip on his shoulder, warned, “This is a powerful medicine. You take only a teaspoonful and then say ‘1-2-3’. When you do, you will become manlier than you have ever been in your life and you can perform as long as you want.”

The man was encouraged. As he walked away, he turned and asked, “How do I stop the medicine from working?”

“Your partner must say ‘1-2-3-4’”, the medicine man responded, “but when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon”.

The man was very eager to see if it worked so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom. When she came in, he quickly took off his clothes and said, “1-2-3!” Immediately, he was the manliest of men.

His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes as she asked “What was the 1-2-3 for?”

And that, boys & girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition… because we could end up with a dangling participle.

[Byron]

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.