Bad Joke but what the Heck
There once was an Indian whose given name was "Onestone", so
named because he had only one testicle.
He hated that name and asked everyone to 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 squaw 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 serious business.
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 t! he 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???
Think about it......and don't boo me when you get the answer
You can't kill two birds with one stone!
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named because he had only one testicle.
He hated that name and asked everyone to 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 squaw 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 serious business.
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 t! he 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???
Think about it......and don't boo me when you get the answer
You can't kill two birds with one stone!
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