Sunday Funny

[jfkheat]

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 as he
peered intently at her cleavage.
"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."