A beautiful woman went up to
>> > >>the
>>bar in a quiet >> rural pub... She gestured >> alluringly to the bartender
>>who approached her >> immediately. >> >> She seductively signalled 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 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. >> >> "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."
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