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 his lips and slyly popping a finger into his
mouth.
"What should I tell him?" the bartender, flustered, managed to
say.
"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or
paper towels in the ladies' room."
