A sexy 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 stammered in reply.

"Can you pleaseget 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 that I can do?"

"Yes there is." she purred. "I need for you to give him a message," she continued, running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a couple of her
fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck on them gently.

"Wwwwhhhaaaat should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say.

"Tell him," she whispered, "that there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room!"