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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, riveted, at the
desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a cowboy from Montana 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...then get me a beer.'
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, riveted, at the
desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a cowboy from Montana 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...then get me a beer.'