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Indian man - FANTASTIC!
It takes an INDIAN man to make a woman feel like a woman.
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 an Indian man stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is handsome: tall, well built, with black hair and SOFT WARM BROWN
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.
................. She gasps.... He stares deeply into her eyes.... She
starts to feel faint....
He whispers softly: "Iron this, and get me something to eat".
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 an Indian man stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is handsome: tall, well built, with black hair and SOFT WARM BROWN
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.
................. She gasps.... He stares deeply into her eyes.... She
starts to feel faint....
He whispers softly: "Iron this, and get me something to eat".
Comments on this journal
If she had any sense she would have said "Do it yourself w*nker and you can do that yourself too... and that... and that... and that... Im off to find a paki!"
NUSSIES YOU GOT THID INDIAN GUYS NUMBER,,,, ACTUALLY GIVE HIM MINE, TELL HIM TO CALL ME........ I COULD DO WITH MR MUSCLE FROM INDIA!!!
WAS HE MUSLIM,,,,, IF NOT, THEN YOU KEEP HIM!!!!
I LOVE INDIAN MEN,,,,,,, BUT I LOVE PAKISTANI MEN BETTER!!!!