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Lottie, a rather adventuresome lady from out west, sent this one...
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There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose 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 soon 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 continued to make 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 for many years.

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."

One stone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love to her all day. He continued and 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!

And what is the moral of this story? (Scroll down)
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OH, Come on...take a guess!
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Think about it...
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(You're going to love this!)
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And the moral is... You cannot kill two birds with one stone!!
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