A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gesturedalluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately. She seductivelysignaled that he should bring his face closer to hers. As he did, she gently caressed hisfull 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 intohis hair.
I'm afraid I can't,' breathed the bartender.. 'Is there anything Ican do?'
'Yes. I need you to give him a message,' she continued, running herforefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple ofher fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.
'What should I tell him?' the bartender managed to say.
'Tell him, There's no toilet paper, hand soap or paper towels in the ladies room.'
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