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.'
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