An indian with one testicle
There once was a Red 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



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And the moral is...





You can't kill two birds with one stone!!