There was an indian named Onestone. > > This was his Indian name given to him because he had only one testicle. > > After years and years of this torment Onestone 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 and there he > made love to her all day, he made love to her all night, he made love to her > all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion. > > The word got around that Onestone meant business. > > Years went by until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after > many years away. Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when > she saw Onestone and h! ugged him and said, "Good to see you, Onestone." > > Onestone grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where 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 the story? > > You'll love this!!!! ;> ) > > > > > > > > > > You can't kill two Birds with Onestone.