RebelCritter
Well-known member
On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a
> severe storm.
>
> The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to
> worse when one wing is struck by lightning.
>
> One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she
> stands up in the front of the plane.
>
>
> "I'm too young to die!" she wails. Then she yells,
>
> "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes
> on earth to be memorable! Is there anyone on this
> plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"
>
> For a moment there is silence. Everyone has
> forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted,
> at the desperate woman in the front of the plane
>
> Then a man from Wisconsin stands up in the rear of
> the plane. He is handsome: tall, well built, with
> dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk
> slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt.
>
> One button at a time......
>
> No one moves..................
>
> He removes his shirt................
>
> Muscles rip ple across his chest..........
>
> She gasps...................................
>
> He whispers,.....................................
>
>
>
> "Iron this...and then get me a beer."
> severe storm.
>
> The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to
> worse when one wing is struck by lightning.
>
> One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she
> stands up in the front of the plane.
>
>
> "I'm too young to die!" she wails. Then she yells,
>
> "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes
> on earth to be memorable! Is there anyone on this
> plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"
>
> For a moment there is silence. Everyone has
> forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted,
> at the desperate woman in the front of the plane
>
> Then a man from Wisconsin stands up in the rear of
> the plane. He is handsome: tall, well built, with
> dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk
> slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt.
>
> One button at a time......
>
> No one moves..................
>
> He removes his shirt................
>
> Muscles rip ple across his chest..........
>
> She gasps...................................
>
> He whispers,.....................................
>
>
>
> "Iron this...and then get me a beer."
