Women Are Evil?
Thursday, June 17th, 2010A woman went up to the bar in a quiet pub and gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately. Seductively she signaled that he should bring his face closer. 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,” running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
“I’m afraid I can’t,” he said breathing heavily. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes.. I need you to give him a message for me,” she continued, running her forefinger across the bartender’s lip 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 lady’s room.”
