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 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.
The bartender managed to say. "What should I tell him?"
"Tell him," she whispered, "There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."
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