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02-12-05, 05:04 PM
Only a Texas man can make you feel like a woman.
>
> On a transatlantic flight, 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 in particular lost it.
>
> Screaming, she stood up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to
> die," she wailed. Then she yelled, "Well, if I'm going to die, I
want
> my last minutes on earth to memorable! Is there anyone on this plane
> who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"
>
> For a moment, there was silence. Everyone had forgotten his or her own
> peril. Eye riveted, they all 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, one
> button at a time. No one moved. He removed his shirt. Muscles rippled
> across his chest. She gasped
>
> He said, "Iron this -- and then get me a beer."
>
> On a transatlantic flight, 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 in particular lost it.
>
> Screaming, she stood up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to
> die," she wailed. Then she yelled, "Well, if I'm going to die, I
want
> my last minutes on earth to memorable! Is there anyone on this plane
> who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"
>
> For a moment, there was silence. Everyone had forgotten his or her own
> peril. Eye riveted, they all 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, one
> button at a time. No one moved. He removed his shirt. Muscles rippled
> across his chest. She gasped
>
> He said, "Iron this -- and then get me a beer."