This was his Indian name given to him because he had only one testicle. After years and years of this torment Onestone 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 girl named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good morning, Onestone."

He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he shagged her all day, he shagged her all night, he shagged her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.

The word got around that Onestone meant business.

Years went by until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after many years away. Yellow Bird,who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone and hugged him and said, "Good to see you Onestone."

Onestone grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he shagged her all day, shagged her all night, shagged her all the next day, shagged her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!

What is the moral of the story?

You can't kill two birds with one stone.

Four widow ladies in a retirement home in Florida sitting outside, enjoying the day.

A new man walks up and says hello. One lady says "Are you new here?"

"Yes", he replied.

Another lady asks "Where did you live before you moved here?"

 "I was in federal prison".

The third lady asked "What were you in prison for?"

"I killed my wife", he said.

The fourth widow then remarked, "So, you're single?"

... the groom was standing there  with his golf bag and clubs at his side. She said:" What are your golf clubs doing here"?

He looked her right in the eye .... and said, "This isn't going to take all day, is it?"

Submitted by Don, Hagerstown, Md.