Moral of the story -- Heheh damn funny
#1. One Stone - This was his Indian name given to him because he had
only one testicle. One stone would visit the local bar every evening
for a few drinks where ladies who knew him addressed him as One Stone
when they saw him. After years and years of this torment One Stone
cracked and said, "If anyone calls me One Stone again I will take them
upstairs and screw them till they die." 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, One Stone."
He jumped up, grabbed her and took her to the room upstairs the bar,
and there he made love to her all day, he made love to her 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 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 One Stone and hugged him and said, "Good to see you, One Stone."
One Stone grabbed her and took her upstairs where he made love to her
all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next
day, and made love to her all the next night, but One Stone died of
exhaustion instead.
The moral of the story? You can't kill two Birds with One Stone.
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#2. On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to
play together. One day, the two were playing when the horse fell into
a bog and began to sink.
Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the
farmer for help!
Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at the farm, he
searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had gone
to town with the only tractor. Running around, the chicken spied the
farmer's new Z-3 series BMW. Finding the keys inside, the chicken sped
off with a length of rope, hoping he still had time to save his
friend's life.
Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the
chicken arrive in the shiny BMW, and he managed to get a hold of the
loop of rope the chicken tossed to him. After tying the other end to
the rear bumper of the farmer's car, the chicken then drove slowly
forward and, with the aid of the powerful car, rescued the horse!
Happy and proud, the chicken drove the BMW back to the farmhouse, and
The farmer was none the wiser when he returned. The friendship between
the two animals was cemented: best buddies, best pals.
A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too,
began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life! The horse
thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle. Looking
underneath, he told the chicken to grab his "thing" and he would then
lift him out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip, and the horse
pulled him up and out, saving his life.
The moral of the story? When you're hung like a horse, you don't need
a BMW to pick up chicks
