Thank God For Italian Men
> 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
> an Italian man stands up in the rear of the plane.
> He is gorgeous: tall, well
> built, with dark brown hair and hazel 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.
> She gasps...
> He whispers:





> "Iron this, and get me something to eat.."