A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestured
alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately.
She seductively signalled that he should bring his face closer,
"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 you to give him a message," she continued, running her
forefingers across the bartenders lips and slyly popping a couple of
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 is no toilet paper, hand soap, or
paper towels in the ladies room".
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