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To: MulhollandDrive who wrote (9003)4/24/2001 4:47:41 PM
From: Neenny  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 15481
 
Yeah, I think your right.

Always told him that I just wouldn't fit in...

Good thing JXM was choosing yesterday.....that amazon seemed a much better choice for me...LOL



To: MulhollandDrive who wrote (9003)4/24/2001 5:10:43 PM
From: Augustus Gloop  Read Replies (4) | Respond to of 15481
 
> 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. "I can
> make you feel like a
> woman," he says.
>
> He is gorgeous, Tall, built, with long, flowing black
> hair and jet black
> 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 as he reaches
> her, and extends the
> arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman,
>
>
>
>
> ......and whispers:
>
>
>
>
>
> ......"Iron this."