Ladies

[mals]

A 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 close 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 lip and slyly
popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them
"What shall I tell him?", the bartender managed to ask.
"Tell him", she whispered, "There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or
paper towels in the toilets."