HEEHEE

I had so many things I wanted to talk about...as usual...but then someone sent me this in an email. I can't help it...it made me laugh out loud.

So then I thought, 'Why shouldn't we all start off the week with a giggle?' and here it is.

Hope it makes you laugh too.


There once was an Indian whose given name was 'Onestone.
So named because he had only one testicle. 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
for many years. Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when
saw Onestone. She hugged him and said, "So 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!


What is the moral of this story?????
Oh, come on...take a guess!
Think about it (You're going to love this!)
And the moral is.....









You can't kill two birds with one stone!

HAHAHA...I told you it made me laugh!

Shavuah tov.

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.