blueldr wrote:I made a recent foray on my trusty Vespa motor scooter down to 4th street to check on the local "working girls". They are out in force on each corner in their colorful fall outfits.
The weather here has finally started to cool down. The forecast was down to 90 degrees for today in Sacramento.
P.S. Strangely enough, the local "working girls" do not seem to be overly impressed by my actual genuine Vespa scooter. Hey, it's a real Italian model !
A fellow developed "E.D." and visited a Native American medicine man for the cure.
The old chief ground up some buffalo-dung into a powder and gave it to our friend, instructing him to make it into a "tea" and drink it. Then when he went to bed, he was to say out-loud "One. Two. THREE.".... and assured the old boy that "it will be there for you."
"Great1", says our friend, "That's it? I can DO THAT!"
"Fine', says the chief, "but don't make a MISTAKE! Don't say, "One. Two. Three. FOUR!"....or you won't be capable for TWO FULL MOONS!"
"OK, THANKS!", our friend replies.
He goes home, takes a shower, puts on his black, silk, bath-robe, makes the "tea" and goes to the bedroom where his wife is sitting in bed reading a book.
"Put your book down, Honey! I"ve got something to show you!", and he drinks the tea, drops his bathrobe, and says "One. Two. Three."....and BAM! It happened!
She sits up all excited and says, "That's WONDERFUL, Honey! But what did you say, "One, Two. Three, For?"
This is why we should never end a sentence with a preposition,......lest we end up with a
dangling-participle! 
