[lodwick]

The dipwads of the Ninth should
be grateful that their houses are still standing.

[lodwick]

On a recent 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 stared, 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 is 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.

.....He removes his shirt.

.....Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman,

.....and whispers:

...."Iron this."

[ppaul]

Great post, #83.
Says it all.
Quite succinctly.