Women Are Evil By Nature...
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.
"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."
:)