Quick One

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There once was a Indian whose given name was "Onestone". So named

because he had only one testicle. 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 village after being away for many

years.

 

 

 

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!!!