reelapeelin
02-13-2007, 10:58 AM
MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WOMAN.....
>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!" sh e 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 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 ripple across his chest..........
>
>..............She gasps....................................
>
>........He whispers,......................................
>
>"Iron this...and then get me a beer."
>
Personally, considering the circumstances, I'd have opted for her to get the beer first, then iron the shirt...
>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!" sh e 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 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 ripple across his chest..........
>
>..............She gasps....................................
>
>........He whispers,......................................
>
>"Iron this...and then get me a beer."
>
Personally, considering the circumstances, I'd have opted for her to get the beer first, then iron the shirt...