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The Revenoor, a most astute and discerning gentleman from way out west, sent this one…

There once was an Indian who had been born with only one testicle and whose given name
was One Stone.

Extremely sensitive, 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 herself 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 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 young 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, "It's so good to see you, One Stone."

One Stone 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!

Why?
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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!

Everyone knows...

You can't kill Two Birds with One Stone!