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Master Black Belt
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 one stone
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 one stone
