Post by Dennis D on Dec 10, 2006 22:04:59 GMT -5
A woman went up to the bar in the crowded neighborhood 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 for you?”
“Yes, I need for you to give him a message,” she continued, running her forefinger across the bar-tender’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, no hand soap and no paper towels in the ladies room.”
“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 for you?”
“Yes, I need for you to give him a message,” she continued, running her forefinger across the bar-tender’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, no hand soap and no paper towels in the ladies room.”
