BadAttitude
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>A sexy woman went up to the bar in a 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 his 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, handsoap, or paper
>towels in the ladies room!"
>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 his 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, handsoap, or paper
>towels in the ladies room!"
