jharrell
New Member
Sorry ladies on the site but this was to good to pass up.
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. Eyes riveted, at the
desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a cowboy named Rackaddict
from Springfield MO stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome:
well built, with dark hair and powerful green 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."
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. Eyes riveted, at the
desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a cowboy named Rackaddict
from Springfield MO stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome:
well built, with dark hair and powerful green 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."
