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Post by Merlot Joe on Aug 6, 2012 17:10:48 GMT -6
This is the story of the blonde flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot. He has a heart attack and dies. She, frantic, calls out a May Day. "May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! My pilot had a heart attack and is dead. And I don't know how to fly. Help me! Please help me!" She hears a voice over the radio saying: "This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground. I've had a lot of experience with this kind of problem. 'Now, just take a deep breath. Everything will be fine! Now give me your height and position." She says, "I'm 5'4" and I support Obama." "O.K." says the voice on the radio.... "Repeat after me: Our Father. . Who art in Heaven. . . ..
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Post by Irish Stu on Aug 7, 2012 16:17:21 GMT -6
Stories like that always make me hope that when my time comes I die peacefully in my sleep... not screaming in terror like the passengers on my grandfather's bus.
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