Italian Men
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 an Italian man stands up in the rear of the plane. He
is gorgeous: 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 get me something to eat ....."
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