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Only A Texan Can Make You Feel Like A Woman


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Only A Texan Can Make You Feel Like A Woman

A plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was awful, and
things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.
...
One woman lost it completely.

She stood up in the front of the plane and screamed, 'I'm too young
to die,' she cried. Then she yelled, '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 was silence. Everyone stared at the desperate
woman in the front of the plane. Then the man from Texas stood up in
the rear of the plane.

He was handsome, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel
eyes. Slowly, he started to walk 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 chest.

She gasped...

Then, he spoke...

'Iron this -- and then get me a beer.

 

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Only A Texan Can Make You Feel Like A Woman

A plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was awful, and

things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.

...

One woman lost it completely.

She stood up in the front of the plane and screamed, 'I'm too young

to die,' she cried. Then she yelled, '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 was silence. Everyone stared at the desperate

woman in the front of the plane. Then the man from Texas stood up in

the rear of the plane.

He was handsome, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel

eyes. Slowly, he started to walk 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 chest.

She gasped...

Then, he spoke...

'Iron this -- and then get me a beer.

 

-

 

Damned funny...and very Texan. No wonder they can't hang onto their women...

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