In 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 sex 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 long, 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 stranger approaches.

He removes his shirt.

Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her.

He extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers:
"Iron this."

-- 
Bigbazza (Barry) Oz

"Bigbazza"  wrote in message 
news:6dd5ucF20nbeU1@mid.individual.net...
> In 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 sex 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 long, 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 stranger approaches.
>
> He removes his shirt.
>
> Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her.
>
> He extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers:
> "Iron this."

The old ones are the best   ;-)

I mean shirts.   NOT Jokes or Women.

"Bigbazza"  wrote in message 
news:6dd5ucF20nbeU1@mid.individual.net...
> He extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers:
> "Iron this."

yeah right, like she is giong to iron a dirty shirt!
<to the best of my knowledge, transatlantic flights don't yet have laundry 
facilities>
-- 
Ticketty᧧

"Baldrick"  wrote in news:6dd6a9F20fmnU1
@mid.individual.net:

> The old ones are the best   ;-)
> 
> I mean shirts.   NOT Jokes or Women.
> 

I'm not sure, Baldrick, but I rather think you may have to re-word this!