A sexy woman went up to the bar in a quiet 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?" "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."
Come on guys I'm desperate for some BHP
