There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and
whose given name was Onestone.

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.

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...




(You're going to love this, and hate me )







And the moral is..











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

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As soon as I saw the heading "An Indian with one testicle" I knew this
would be good. LMAO.

OMG that was tooooo gooood

lmao---so funny

okay cat woman, that was good.

funnnnnny!!! lol

LMAO

NOw, that was cute!

I almost did not take a look...

Glad I did, too funny!

I just fell off my chair!!!!

I'm in the floor with Greyhound, er..uh I mean I just fell off my chair
also.

OleJeb, help me up will ya?

ABSOLUTELY FUNNY