One Stone.
This was his Indian name given to him because he had only one
testicle.

After years and years of this torment Onestone 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 and
There he made love to her all day, he made love to her all night,
he made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from
exhaustion.
The word got around that Onestone meant business.
Years went by until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village
after many years away.

Yellow Bird who was Blue Bird's cousin was overjoyed when she
saw Onestone and hugged him and said, "Good to see you Onestone."
Onestone grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where 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 the story?
You'll love this!!!!)

You can't kill two Birds with One Stone.

lmao,,,,,,,,very gooood

Lol way to funny