[OT] One Stone

There once was an Indian who had only one testicle. His given name was 'One
Stone.'

He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him One Stone.

After years and years of torment, One Stone finally cracked and said, 'If
anyone calls me One Stone 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,
One Stone.'

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 One Stone 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 One
Stone. She hugged him and said, 'Good to see you, One Stone.'

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?

Come on... take a guess! Think about it......

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The moral of the story is:

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