Women Are Evil By Nature... love this one!
A woman stepped up to the bar in a quiet rural pub, gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately.
She seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers and gently caressed his full beard.
"Are you the manager?" she asked, while 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.
"There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."
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