Indian story
Indian With One Testicle
There once was a Red 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?????............................
OH, 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 onestone!!!
Indian With One Testicle
There once was a Red 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?????............................
OH, 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 onestone!!!
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