The turbulence was awful, and things went from bad to worse when the starboard wing was struck by lightning.
One woman lost it completely. She stood up in the front of the plane and screamed, "OH MY SWEET JESUS, I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!
Then, recovering slightly, she yelled: "If I have to die, I want my last moments to be memorable! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?!"
For a moment, there was silence. Everyone stared at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then the man from Australia stood up at the rear of the plane.
He was handsome, tall, statuesque, with curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Slowly, he made his way up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, one button at a time. No one moved.
He removed his shirt. Muscles rippled across his massive chest. She gasped…
Then, he spoke.
"Iron this, Sheila. And when you're done with that, I'll have a beer."
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He was handsome, tall, statuesque, with curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Slowly, he made his way up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, one button at a time. No one moved.
He removed his shirt. Muscles rippled across his massive chest. She gasped…
Then, he spoke.
"Iron this, Sheila. And when you're done with that, I'll have a beer."
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