Posted: Apr 30, 2008, 10:45 AM CST
A very attractive 30ish 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 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.
