On my 57th birthday, I got a gift certificate from my 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 take only a teaspoonful and then 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 the medicine, and then invited my wife to join me in the bedroom. When she came in, I took off my clothes 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? '

And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end a sentence with a preposition.

Absolutely excellent. I love it! Thanks.

HAVE TO TELL THE WIFE THIS ONE,,,MADE ME CRAK UP.

THANKS FOR THE LAUGH

Harvard freshman: Where's the Library at?

Harvard senior: Here at Hahvahd we don't end our sentences with a preposition.

Harvard freshman: OK, then, where's the library at, asshol_e?

Just goes to prove that dysfunctional grammar can lead to other dysfunctions of a far more pressing nature.

Good one, PB.

We must give credit to the source, which is my dyslexic friend in Texas (BBA, M.Acc., D.Law, MBA, retired IRS agent). He collects jokes.

I don't know about that, but I did hear about a guy who was a dyslexic agnostic insomniac.

He lay awake at night wondering about the existence of dog.

...wondered what I was in for. ...never end a sentence with a preposition.

nice joke, silly enough to make your students never forget.... but you better stop wondering what you were in for..........or the magic is gone.