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An Apache Indian With One Testicle.
There once was an Apache 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?????...........................
(You're going to love this!)
And the moral is .....
...You can't kill two birds with one stone!!!
There once was an Apache 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?????...........................
(You're going to love this!)
And the moral is .....
...You can't kill two birds with one stone!!!
