Post by Andrew Burgess on Sept 28, 2004 20:06:43 GMT
A very attractive lady goes up to the bar. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who come over immediately. When he arrives, she begins to gently caress in his full beard. "Are you the manager?" she asks "Actually, I am not." say the man. "Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him" she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair. "I'm afraid I can't. He is out of the building." breathes the bartender. "Is there anything I can do?" "Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues, running her forefinger arcoss the bartender's lips and slowly popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to nip them gently. "What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say around her delicate fingers.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper, hand soap or paper towels in the ladies room"