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 front of the
plane. "I'm too young to die!" she wails.
"Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last
minutes on Earth to be memorable! I've
had plenty of sex in my life, but no one
has ever made me really feel like a
woman! Well I've had it! 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, and they
all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman
in the front of the plane.
Then, a man stands up in the rear of the
plane. "I can make you feel like a
woman," he says. He's gorgeous. Tall,
built, with long, flowing black hair and
jet black eyes, he starts to walk slowly up
the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one
button at a time. No one moves.
The woman is breathing heavily in
anticipation as the stranger approaches.
He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple
across his chest as he reaches her, and
extends the arm holding his shirt to the
trembling woman, and whispers:
"Iron this."[/color]

i dnt understand

Too long to be read.

Interpretation: instead of sleeping with the woman, he gave her his cloth to iron. This makes a a real woman sinse women naturally do the laudaries.

speeder: Interpretation: instead of sleeping with the woman, he gave her his cloth to iron. This makes a a real woman sinse women naturally do the laudaries.

yea

Well, is dis a joke or a poem

Hordunlarmy: Well, is dis a joke or a poem

wat does it look like to you ?..

advice: read it ova again carefully