Onestone

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 the moral is.. 

 
 
 LOL