A sexy woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural 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.

o:)

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im sure i would spit in her face after those fingers are in my mouth...
:P

:D where do you get all these from? outstandingly funny :D

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ahahah, another good one. Man, you killing me with jokes . . . . :clap: :clap:

oh boy! i wonder what her fingers smell like? no thanks i dont want to know. I let the bartender worries about that.