THE INDIAN WITH ONE TESTICLE
>
>
> There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose given name was
> 'Onestone'. He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone.
>
> After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said,'If
> anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!'
>
> The word got around and nobody called him that any more.
>
> Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, 'Good morning,
> Onestone.' He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where
> he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next
> day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.
>
> The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.
>
> Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman
> named Yellow Bird returned to the vil lage after being away. Yellow Bird, who
> was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone. She hugged him
> and said, 'Good to see you, Onestone.'
>
> Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love to
> her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next day,
> made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!
>
>
> What is the moral of this story?...... ......
>
>
> OH, come on...take a guess!
>
>
>
> Think about it
>
>
>
>
> (You're going to love this!)
>
>
>
> And the moral is.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> You can't kill two birds with one stone!!
>
>
> There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose given name was
> 'Onestone'. He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone.
>
> After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said,'If
> anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!'
>
> The word got around and nobody called him that any more.
>
> Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, 'Good morning,
> Onestone.' He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where
> he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next
> day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.
>
> The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.
>
> Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman
> named Yellow Bird returned to the vil lage after being away. Yellow Bird, who
> was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone. She hugged him
> and said, 'Good to see you, Onestone.'
>
> Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love to
> her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next day,
> made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!
>
>
> What is the moral of this story?...... ......
>
>
> OH, come on...take a guess!
>
>
>
> Think about it
>
>
>
>
> (You're going to love this!)
>
>
>
> And the moral is.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> You can't kill two birds with one stone!!
