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:Â
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.Â
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.
Dear Margaret,
I have just recently started reading your blog – thank you so much for all the information you provide! And, I love the stories about your cats! I was diagnosed with MGUS in 2009 when I was 25. I was categorized as low risk and didn’t think much of my diagnosis at the time. My husband and I hope to start a family (we were married last year) and I had my first bone marrow biopsy this summer, a suggestion from my hem/onc to be “super careful” and make sure I was stable before getting pregnant. The biopsy suggested transition to SMM. Anyway, I’m sure you get a lot of patients writing you here so I will get straight to the point! 🙂 I started a blog and I would like to link your post on myeloma and pregnancy (from January 27, 2009) – with your permission of course! Please let me know if this is okay. Thanks! -Elizabeth
Sure, go right ahead, Elizabeth, and link to my blog or that particular post.
Best of luck to you…and keep in touch! 🙂
(By the way, you probably shouldn’t take any curcumin while you’re trying to get pregnant…I vaguely remember reading something negative in that sense…forget exactly what it was, though…). Ciao!
Thanks so much! I really appreciate it. 🙂
groan…!