Where are the Real Men?
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On a recent 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 stared, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front
of the plane.
Then a man from Montana stands up in the rear of the plane. He is
gorgeous: 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 get me something to eat...."
2007-10-11
16:51:11
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