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
And the moral is...
You can't kill two birds with one stone!!