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. 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 stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a man 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,.......................
"Iron this...and then get me a beer."
Make Me Feel Like A Woman
Make Me Feel Like A Woman
Every morning is the dawn of a new error.
Make Me Feel Like A Woman
(I assume every woman on the plane beat him with her fists?)
My candle's burning at both ends, it will not last the night. But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--It gives a lovely light!--Edna St. Vincent Millay
Make Me Feel Like A Woman
Men :rolleyes:
