On what was my cousin's 60th birthday, he had received a gift certificate from his 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.
After being persuaded, my cousin drove to the reservation, handed the certificate to the shaman, and wondered what he was in for.
The old man slowly, methodically produced a potion, handed it to my cousin, and with a grip on his 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 potent than you have ever been in your life and you can perform as long as you want."
This encouraged my cousin. As the Shaman walked away, my cousin asked, "How do I stop the medicine from working?"
"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."
Well, my cousin was eager to see if it worked. He and his wife 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 took off my clothes and said,
Immediately, he was the manliest of men.
His wife was excited =P~ and began throwing off her clothes. And then she asked, "What was the 1-2-3 for?" #o
And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition. Oh, and communicate with one another!
Wishing you many pain free moments today and that most of them are very close together!