I love a good joke. Unfortunately I can rarely remember them. When I read this one I almost spilled my coffee.
Linda, this one is for you…
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 the front of the plane.
“I’m too young to die,” she wails.
Then she yells, “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 stare, eyes riveted, at this desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a Jackeroo from Australia 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.
He looks her deep in the eyes and whispers: “Here, iron this. Then get me a beer.”