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Please Fasten Your Seat Belts....

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

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 thisplane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"

For a moment there is silence.

Everyone has forgotten their own peril.

They all stare, eyes riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.

Then a cowboy from Wyoming stands up in the rear of the plane.

He is handsome: well built, with dark brown hair and blue 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. Then get me a beer."