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. "But if I'm going to die, I want
my last minutes in life to be memorable! Is there anyone on
this plane who can make me feel like a REAL WOMAN?"
For a moment there is silence. Everyone is startled by her outburst.
They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a biker from Texas 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 in her ear................
"Iron this... then get me a beer."
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