> 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 for 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."
>
> 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 for 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."
>