Only a southern man can make you fell like a real woman
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Only a southern man can make you fell like a real woman
ONLY A SOUTHERN MAN CAN MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A WOMAN
A plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was
awful, and things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.
One woman lost it completely.
She stood up in the front of the plane and screamed, "I'm too young to die."
Then she yelled, "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 was silence.
Everyone stared at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a man from the South stood up in the rear of the plane.
He was handsome, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Slowly, he started to walk up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt as he went,
one button at a time.
No one moved.
He removed his shirt.
Muscles rippled across his chest.
She gasped...
Then, he spoke...
"Iron this-- and then get me a cold beer."
A plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was
awful, and things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.
One woman lost it completely.
She stood up in the front of the plane and screamed, "I'm too young to die."
Then she yelled, "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 was silence.
Everyone stared at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a man from the South stood up in the rear of the plane.
He was handsome, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Slowly, he started to walk up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt as he went,
one button at a time.
No one moved.
He removed his shirt.
Muscles rippled across his chest.
She gasped...
Then, he spoke...
"Iron this-- and then get me a cold beer."
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Hehe... Kinda reminds me how my southern neighbor trained his wife.
When he chunks an empty koozie at her (and usually pops her on the head), it means put a fresh beer in it and bring it to me.
If he chunks the empty can at her, it means put that in the can bin and bring be a fresh one.
Wish I could have a trainable wife like that! -Would beat having to walk around so much...
When he chunks an empty koozie at her (and usually pops her on the head), it means put a fresh beer in it and bring it to me.
If he chunks the empty can at her, it means put that in the can bin and bring be a fresh one.
Wish I could have a trainable wife like that! -Would beat having to walk around so much...
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Hehe... Kinda reminds me how my southern neighbor trained his wife.
When he chunks an empty koozie at her (and usually pops her on the head), it means put a fresh beer in it and bring it to me.
If he chunks the empty can at her, it means put that in the can bin and bring be a fresh one.
Wish I could have a trainable wife like that! -Would beat having to walk around so much...
When he chunks an empty koozie at her (and usually pops her on the head), it means put a fresh beer in it and bring it to me.
If he chunks the empty can at her, it means put that in the can bin and bring be a fresh one.
Wish I could have a trainable wife like that! -Would beat having to walk around so much...
It's a good thing he doesn't drink bottle beer
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