ricktheprinter
Date:
2008-06-25
Time: 07:47:51
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A 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 you to give him a message,' 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, handsoap, or paper towels in the
ladies room.' |
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