Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch. Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble. In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull so they can breed their own stock.

Upon leaving to inspect a bull, the brunette tells her sister, "When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I'll contact you to drive out and haul it home."

The brunette arrives at the man's ranch, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it. After paying the rancher, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news.

She walks into the telegraph office, and says, "I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her I've bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home." The telegraph operator explains he'll be glad to help her at a cost of 99 cents a word.

Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette has only $1.00 left. She realizes she'll only be able to send her sister one word. After thinking for a few minutes, she nods, and says, "I want you to send her the word "comfortable."

The telegraph operator shakes his head. "How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her the word, 'comfortable?'"

The brunette explains, "My sister's blonde – the word's big. She'll read it slowly. ..... ("com-for-da-bull")

There once was an Indian whose given name was "Onestone", so named because he had only one testicle. He so hated that name he asked everyone not to call him by it! After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, "If anyone else ever calls me Onestone again I will kill them!" The word got around and nobody called him that anymore. 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 made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next day until Blue Bird died from exhaustion. Word got around that Onestone meant serious business. 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 she saw Onestone.

She hugged him and said, "Good to see you, Onestone..." Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he screwed her all day, screwed  her all night, screwed her all the next day, screwed her all the next night...but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!!!!

What is the moral of this story???

You can't kill two birds with one stone!