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Flying cross country in a passenger jet, we ran into terrible weather. The plane was pounded with rain, hail, wind, thunder and lightning. Passengers were screaming, convinced the plane will crash and death is imminent.
At the height of the storm an amazingly attractive young woman leaps to her feet and exclaims, "I can't take any more of this! NO! I won't just sit here, strapped into a seat and die like an animal. If I'm going to die, let it be feeling like a woman. Who here feels man enough to forget our doom and make me feel like a woman?"
I slowly rise and start walking towards her, smiling. As I stride down the aisle I slowly take off my shirt, and she can see my rippling abs, bulging biceps, powerful pecs and massive shoulders. I stand before her, cast my shirt onto the floor and exclaim, "Here, iron this."
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