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Post by charlie on Nov 12, 2008 19:33:06 GMT
On my 52nd birthday, I got a gift certificate from wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a witch doctor living on a nearby reservation who was rumored to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction. After being persuaded, I drove to the reservation, handed my ticket to the witch doctor, and wondered what I was in for. The old man slowly, 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 only take a teaspoonful and say "1-2-3". When you do that, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life and you can 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?" "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." I was eager to see if it worked. I went home, showered,shaved, took a spoonful of medicine, and then invited my wife to join me in the bedroom. When she came in, I took my clothes off and said, "1-2-3!" Immediately, I was the manliest of men. My wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes. And then she asked, "What was the 1-2-3 for? At that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a presposition. LOL!!
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Post by cptkay0s on Nov 13, 2008 10:37:05 GMT
Heh...heh....heh... thanks charlie Warren
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