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On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a very severe thunderstorm.
The turbulence is really awful, and things go from bad to worse when one of the planes wings is suddenly struck by lightning.
One young woman, in particular, loses it.
Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young & pretty to die," she wails. Then after a short pause, she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on this Earth 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 has forgotten the danger they are in. They all stare, eyes riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a cowboy from Texas 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 shirt. get me a bud and rustle up some food, bitch."
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Take note ladies..........KNOW YOUR PLACE AND BE GRATEFUL !!!.
The turbulence is really awful, and things go from bad to worse when one of the planes wings is suddenly struck by lightning.
One young woman, in particular, loses it.
Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young & pretty to die," she wails. Then after a short pause, she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on this Earth 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 has forgotten the danger they are in. They all stare, eyes riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a cowboy from Texas 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 shirt. get me a bud and rustle up some food, bitch."
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Take note ladies..........KNOW YOUR PLACE AND BE GRATEFUL !!!.