I thought all you men would appreciate this one.
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. She stands up in the front of the plane, screaming "I'm too young to die!" Then she yells "Well, if I am going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable. 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. He is a tall, tanned hunk with jet-black hair, and he starts to slowly walk up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt. "I can make you feel like a woman," he says.
No one moves. As the man approaches, the woman begins to get excited. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and says, "Iron this."
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. She stands up in the front of the plane, screaming "I'm too young to die!" Then she yells "Well, if I am going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable. 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. He is a tall, tanned hunk with jet-black hair, and he starts to slowly walk up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt. "I can make you feel like a woman," he says.
No one moves. As the man approaches, the woman begins to get excited. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and says, "Iron this."
