Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the camp after being away for many years. 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 chaparral, 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
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