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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from way out west, sent
this one on a hapless Native American...

There once was an Indian who had only one testicle and whose given name was
Onestone. 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 woman 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 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 Bue 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!

Why?

Oh come on... Take a guess!

Think about it!

You're going to love this!

Everyone knows...

You can't kill Two Birds with One Stone!
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