I'm sitting on this plane, eating my dinner, when all of a sudden the captain comes on the loudspeaker and tells us that the plane is about to crash land into the mountains. The next thing I know this woman from the front of the plane jumps up from her seat and starts screaming like a lunatic. "I can't die today! I WON'T die today! I am twenty-seven years old! I have been on countless dates and no one has ever made me feel like a woman! Please, I don't want to die like this! Is there anyone on this airplane that can make me feel like a woman?" The entire plane went from hysteria to complete silence. Then, from the back of the plane, someone stood up. He was a dark, tall, well-built, handsome man. "I can make you feel like a woman," was his reply. He started walking slowly down the isle to the woman, who was now shaking with anticipation. One by one he started unbuttoning his shirt buttons, revealing his rippling stomach muscles. He quickly took his shirt off, slowly reached for her trembling hand, looked in her eyes and said... "Iron this!"
17th June 2002
I was convicted in 1989 for touching too many women in their 'special areas' without their permission. :(
It's ok. I'll give you permission... to touch X-C.
17th June 2002
Are you calling me gay or X-C a woman? :confused: I'm not disagreeing with you, I'm just curious. I mean... um... oh, shut up.
I'm just giving you permission to touch "it", that's all. Your sexual preference not my business. Neither is X-C's genitalia.
Voice of joy and sunshine
26th May 2003
You don't want to know.
Dr. Professor Logic, PhD.
11th November 2003
alas, but I do.
Now I'm not telling you.
Lord of the Peach
19th April 2004
Mr. MattI was convicted in 1989 for touching too many women in their 'special areas' without their permission. :(