Warning: today’s joke has some sexually explicit language…but it made me laugh out loud, and I think it will make many if not ALL of you laugh, too! 🙂
But first, a quick update on Prezzemolo’s state of health. Yesterday he was doing very poorly indeed. But today, when I got home from work, he was at his food bowl, EATING. I almost cried with happiness. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in 48 hours, you see, and we were super worried, even though our vet was positive that he’d be fine (evidently, she was right, I’m happy to say). Then he went over to his water bowl and had a nice, long drink (together with a few sneezes…). Well, he’s still sick, but he is definitely feeling better. And he’s breathing with his NOSE! Relief! Joy!
Okay, here’s the joke, sent to me by a blog reader, now a real-life, good friend:
Sex and Grammar
For all my grammatically correct friends.
On his 74th birthday, a man got a gift certificate from his wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a medicine man who was rumoured to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction. After being persuaded, he went to see the medicine man and wondered what would ensue.
The medicine man handed a potion to him, and, gripping 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 more manly 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,'” he responded, “but when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon.”
He 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 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, and then she asked, “What was the 1-2-3 for?”
And that, my friends, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with…
a dangling participle.