On his 77th birthday, an old Soux Indian Chief, Keechi Totoc, was made by
his squaw wife to visit the medicine man living on a nearby tee-pee. It was
rumored he had a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction (in Indian talk this
was called "little big horn").

The medicine man slowly and methodically produced a potion, handed it to the
old Chief, and with a grip on his shoulder, warned, 'This is a powerful
medicine, and must be respected. You take only two sips, and then say
'1-2-3.' When you do that, you will become more manly than you have
ever been in whole life, and you can perform as long as you wantum."

The old Indian was excited. As he walked away, he turned and asked, "How do
Indian Chief stopum medicine from working?"

"Your squaw wife must say '1-2-3-4,'" he responded, "but when she does,
the medicine will no work again until next full moon."

The old Chief was very eager to do this so he ran home, took two sips
of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him on buffalo robe. When
she came in, he took off his buckskins and said, "1-2-3!" Immediately, he was
the manliest of men.

His squaw wife was excited and began throwing off her robes, and then she
asked, "What was the 1-2-3 for?"

And that, my friends, is why you should never end your sentences with
a preposition, because you could end up with a dangling participle.