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 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 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???

Come on.........take a guess!

Think about it................

You're going to love this!

And the moral is.......................

You CAN'T kill two birds with one stone!

Boo your getting to be as bad as Andrew