eyecatcher
02-10-2005, 10:17 AM
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 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! :yikes: groan :lol:
"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! :yikes: groan :lol: