On a 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 front of the plane.
"I'm too young to die!" she wails. "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last
minutes on Earth to be memorable! I've had plenty of sex in my life, but no one
has ever made me really feel like a woman! Well I've had it! 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, and they
all stare, 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's 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.
The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as the stranger approaches. 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."

One day, John decided
to invite over his mother for dinner with him and his roommate, Julie. Julie made
a great dinner, but John's mother started to suspect more than friendship. The
next day, Julie told John that the soup ladle was missing. This is the letter
he wrote to his mother: