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 a man stands up in the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous,
tall, built, with reddish-blond hair and hazel eyes, he
starts to walk slowly up the aisle, while unbuttoning his shirt





......one button at a time.







......No one moves.








.......He removes his shirt.






.....Muscles ripple across his chest







......he whispers:





....."Here, iron this."

BOOOOO! That joke sucks

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh my god! thats funny .

oh the truth hurts just kidin

Bad, But Funny HA HA HA HA, too bad I can't iron worth a crap, I only buy ZNON-Iron clothing for that very reason!!!

Thats some funny shit.