On his 74th birthday, a man got a gift certificate from his wife. It was for a visit to a medicine man living nearby who was rumored to have a wonderful cure for ED. The birthday boy drove to the reservation & presented his certificate..The medicine man handed him a potion. "This is a powerful medicine. Take only a teaspoonful and 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 asked "How do I stop the medicine from working?" "Your partner must say '1-2-3-4,'" the medicine man responded, "When she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon." The man 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 quickly took off his clothes and said, "1-2-3!" Immediately, he was the manliest of men. His excited wife began throwing off her clothes as she asked "What was the 1-2-3 for?" And that, readers, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with a dangling participle.

If you thought the man-bun was peak style, wait until you see the he-hive.

We had a huge console tv when we first married, c.1964. Best thing about it was the hidden (in the backside) switch to turn it off/on , separate from the one on the front. Don't know why it existed, but when the kids were young and I figured they had watched enough tv, I could switch it off and they never figured out why the tv wouldn't work when they used to front button. =)

AOK if yours is not located in NYC, it should be!