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This is too funny
> a very good one
>
>
> >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! I've had
> plenty of relationships in my life, but no one has ever made me really
> feel
> like a woman! Well, I've had it! 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,
> and
> 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. "I can make you feel
like
> a
> woman," he says.
> >
> >He's gorgeous. Tall, built, with flowing black hair and jet black eyes,
> he
> starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a
> time. No one moves. The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as
the
> strange man approaches.
> >
> >He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her,
> and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and
> whispers:
> >
> >"Iron this."
> >
> a very good one
>
>
> >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! I've had
> plenty of relationships in my life, but no one has ever made me really
> feel
> like a woman! Well, I've had it! 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,
> and
> 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. "I can make you feel
like
> a
> woman," he says.
> >
> >He's gorgeous. Tall, built, with flowing black hair and jet black eyes,
> he
> starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a
> time. No one moves. The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as
the
> strange man approaches.
> >
> >He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her,
> and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and
> whispers:
> >
> >"Iron this."
> >
