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 for 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 gently taste them.
"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."
6 comments:
LOL - that's awful -
Ha! Ewwwww was quite accurate.
I've stolen your blog button! Yes, I'm bad to the bone.
Ewwww is right. Ahahaha!!!
OMg, this is sooooo hilarious. I just read this "breathy" where it needed to be to my husband. He was rolling with laughter. Thanks for making my end of day a great one. Sea witch
ROFLMAO, my uncle will love this...
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