There once was an Indian who had only one testicle whose given name was 'One Stone'.
He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him that.
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 anymore.
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 made 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.
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 and took her deep into the forest, where he made love to her all day.
He made love to her all night.
He made love to her all the next day, and he made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!
Everyone knows...
You can't kill Two Birds with One Stone!
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12 comments:
Groan.
And I suspect it was One Stone who was damn near dead.
Hah! Good one :)
Oy.
Can't say he didn't try
Sue - I know I would be.
River - At least average, anyway.
Bill - That's the vey it goes.
John - Credit where credit is due!
Oh I see ðŸ¤
Cloudia - I knew you were watching. 😄
Hahaha! Will be telling this one. Thanks!
Allen - Have fun!
One Stone, as translated from the German : Einstein.
I am surprised he didn't have queue lined up outside his tent.
Stu - I learned something new today. Stein is stone.
Susan - The eventual outcome may have been a deterrent.
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