A sexy 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.
> < I>
> "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 lips 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