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 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 girl 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 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???
You can't kill two birds with one stone!
so named because he had only one testicle. He hated that name
and asked everyone to not 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 girl 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 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???
You can't kill two birds with one stone!