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 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???

You can't kill two birds with one stone! ;-)

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You can't kill two birds with one stone! ;-)

Do you mean to say "He couldn't make the Hole in one?"

May be the Yellow Bird was High up on Ganja Tree.!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAGKfaTZakQ

Thanks it was a very good one.

NJOY.

FH.

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