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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,
You can't kill two birds with one stone!

sheesh!
that na why e long?

@mims
i'm still your fan

what about bulb ?

. . . and you be plug

and you be switch

socket

circuit box

gear switch

blue face wire

am off for lunch

chop well well ooooo

microwave

like you

hmmm

receive the grace to open your pomo mouth

mimiko:

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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,
You can't kill two birds with one stone!

I see we have a joker here. Nice one

i dnt undastnd u, mr writer.

Going through all these after so many years.

This were the good times...

Nice aged thread with interesting & funny contents