Women...

          A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural

          pub...

          She gestured alluringly to the bartender who

          approached her immediately.

          She seductively signaled that he should bring

          his face closer to hers.

          As he did, she gently caressed his full

          beard.

          'Are you the manager?' she asked, softly

          stroking his face with both

          hands.

          'Actually, no,' he replied.

          'Can you get him for me? I need to speak to

          him,' she said, running her

          hands beyond his beard and into his hair.

          'I'm afraid I can't,' breathed the bartender.

          'Is there anything I can

          do?'

          'Yes. I need for you to give him a message,'

          she continued, running her

          forefinger across the bartender's lip and

          slyly popping a couple of her

          fingers into his mouth and allowing him to

          suck them gently.

          'What should I tell him?' the bartender

          managed to say.

          'Tell him,' she whispered,

          'There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper

          towels in the ladies

          room.'