Thursday Special - A Man and a Woman

It takes an Italian man to make a Woman feel like a woman…

On a recent Transatlantic flight,a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is terrible and things go from bad to worse when a 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 back of the plane. He is gorgeous; tall,well built,with dark brown hair and hazel eyes…

He starts walking 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…”

16 Comments »

  1. steph said,

    February 7, 2008 at 10:51 am

    Very good! Grannymar :lol:

    You had me gasping too - for air between the laughs!

    Dream on! Grannymar ;-)

  2. Grannymar said,

    February 7, 2008 at 11:31 am

    Steph, calm down! He’s mine, I gor him first!!!! :D

  3. Nancy said,

    February 7, 2008 at 1:44 pm

    Grannymar,

    Do you know where he was going?

    I want to book that flight . I’ll iron his damned shirt and get him a slice of pizza…..

  4. Grannymar said,

    February 7, 2008 at 2:07 pm

    Nancy, Nancy, mind your blood pressure!

  5. Laura said,

    February 7, 2008 at 2:21 pm

    typical man can never tell what you really want …

  6. Grannymar said,

    February 7, 2008 at 2:32 pm

    Welcome Laura, and welcome home from hospital. I wish you well on your difficult journey ahead.

    Is there such a thing as a typical man? I’m not sure.

  7. Baino said,

    February 7, 2008 at 8:09 pm

    Hahaha . . .I used to think ironing shirts as a newlywed was a blissful occupation. Took about 3 months of business shirts to finally say ‘iron yer own’. (I’m full of it mind you . . still iron DrummerBoy’s clothes - I’ve created a monster!)

  8. Grannymar said,

    February 7, 2008 at 8:15 pm

    Baino thats the Irish blood deep down in your veins!

  9. Brianf said,

    February 7, 2008 at 8:16 pm

    Grannymar,
    That was too funny. On a similar note, do you know why jewelers no longer repair womens watches?
    They’re putting clocks on stoves today.

    :)

  10. Grannymar said,

    February 7, 2008 at 8:19 pm

    Watch it Brian! :D

  11. tiger lamb girl said,

    February 7, 2008 at 10:06 pm

    LOL. That’s so funny!! I hope you don’t mind - I’ve just lifted it and sent it to a few friends;).

  12. Grannymar said,

    February 7, 2008 at 10:27 pm

    Welcome Tiger,

    Jokes, like laughter are for sharing! So lift away.

  13. chrisb said,

    February 7, 2008 at 11:40 pm

    Good one I didn’t see that coming! LOL

  14. Wisewebwoman said,

    February 8, 2008 at 5:51 am

    *sigh*, oh that the world would change, GM, that joke had such a truthful ring to it.
    Good for you, BTW, on questioning Mercier on those profits!
    XO
    WWW

  15. Conortje said,

    February 8, 2008 at 8:53 am

    hehehe oh no, I like this a little too much ;-)

  16. Grannymar said,

    February 8, 2008 at 9:55 am

    Chris ~ You have to keep all eyes open! ;)

    WWW ~ I agree with you.

    Conor ~ Now, now! :D

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