One day, he decided he’s had enough of his pitiful manhood and goes to see the village elder.
The elder referred him to a shaman living in the center of a village, so he went to see the shaman. When he got there, he told the shaman about his small pen!s.
The shaman nodded his head, and pulled out a box. In the box was a small bottle with a green liquid inside. “Will that increase my pen!s size?” the villager asked.
“All you must do is take drop of medicine before s*x, and say 1, 2, 3. Then your pen!s triple in size, and you can have s*x as long as you like.”
The villager is awed, and is about to pay the shaman when he asked, “How do I get the medicine to stop working?”
The shaman says, “Ah, your partner need to say 1, 2, 3, 4, but when she does, medicine will not work until next full moon.” The villager agreed, paid the shaman, and trotted off to his home.
That night, the villager took a drop of medicine as instructed by the shaman, and led his wife to their bed. He threw her on the bed, took off his clothes, and shouted “1, 2, 3,!”
His pen!s tripled in size, and his wife got very excited. She took off her clothes, and prepared for him to put it in when she asked, “What was the 1, 2, 3 for?”
And that, my friends, is why we never end a sentence with a dangling preposition.
