From Paul.
The Indian With One Testicle
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 Blue 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!
Think about it !!!
everyone knows....
You can't kill Two Birds with OneStone !!!
Posted by denny at July 13, 2009 12:00 AMHorray!!!!! Finally saw one coming
although it still stinks
On a side note
It goes to prove that Birds of a feather don't F$@!k together
Those puns tern for the worse. It drives me cuckoo.
Posted by: Claudia on July 13, 2009 10:06 AMThere goes another minute of my life.
Posted by: Paul on July 13, 2009 12:10 PMYou have heard about the incontinent Indian who loved to drink tea?
Before bed, he drank so much that during the night he drowned in his tea pee.
(Yes that was bad. Blame my mother. She told me that one.)
Posted by: PeggyU on July 13, 2009 01:08 PMPaul - I wouldn't grouse about it. This last bird prove that one moving stone gathers not much.
Posted by: Claudia on July 13, 2009 01:13 PMThen there was the Indian with three "stones." He was a buck and a half.
Posted by: Jon on July 13, 2009 11:02 PMA little Indian asks a big Indian, "how do Indians get their names?"
The big Indian replies, "when an Indian is born, his father looks out of the teepee, and the first natural wonder he sees becomes the child's name. So, for instance, if he sees a deer, the child's name could be Leaping Stag. Or if there's a storm brewing, the child could be named Thunder Cloud. Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?"
Posted by: musical mountaineer on July 15, 2009 10:20 AM