Your Wife
People clichéd. They stopped and starred when the gal
walked into the bar. Not at her breasts (though they were big), or her legs
(long), her shoulders (sexy), her face (demure) or her butt (curvy). No. They
saw something else. She sauntered in and nodded. It was ICE! The temperature
was 100 at 8pm. She was tinged blue. Ice hung off her nose, ears, nipples and
other areas. It dusted her black clothes and froze her hair solid. There had
never been ice, frost, hail or snow at Darwin, Australia. So how did she get
it? She knew. She flew here and hovered at 44k AGL. Then went for a beer.
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