A plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was awful, and
things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.
One woman lost it completely. She stood up in the front of the plane and
screamed, "I'm too young to die," she cried. Then she yelled, "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 was silence. Everyone stared at the desperate woman
in the front of the plane. Then a man from Texas stood up in the rear of
the plane. He was handsome, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel
eyes. Slowly, he started to walk up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt as
he went, one button at a time. No one moved. He removed his shirt. Muscles
rippled across his chest. She gasped...
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Then, he spoke..."Iron this -- and then get me a beer."
Topic: Plane talking (Read 617 times)