Bare Toilet

A very attractive lady goes up to the bar. She

> gestures alluringly

> to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he

> arrives, she

> seductively signals that he should bring his face

> closer to hers. When he

> does, she begins to gently caress his full beard.

> "Are you the manager?" she

> asks,

> softly stroking his face with both hands.

>

> "Actually, I'm not," says the man.

>

> "Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,"

> she says, running

> her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.

>

> "I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender. "Is

> there anything I can do?"

>

> "Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,"

> she continues,

> running her forefinger across the bartender's lips

> and slyly popping a

> couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing

> him to nip them

> gently.

>

> "What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to

> say around her

> delicate fingers.

>

> "Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper,

> hand soap or

> paper towels in the ladies room."