My Dad just sent me this one and though i'd share it. (copied and pasted from his email).


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. . . .."


Mike