No soap !!!
A very attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural
pub. 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 so, she begins to gently
caress his full beard. “Are you the manager?” she coos, softly
stroking his face with both hands. “Actually, no,” the man replies.
“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, slyly slipping
a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them
gently. “What should I tell him?” the bartender manages to say.
“Tell him,” she whispers softly, “there is no toilet paper or hand
soap in the ladies’ room.”