BadgerMan
Mi. Trail Riders
- Jan 1, 2001
- 2,479
- 10
A very attractive lady walks up to the bar in a cocktail lounge.
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.
He shakes his head.
"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.
"What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or
paper towels in the ladies room." :scream:
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.
He shakes his head.
"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.
"What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or
paper towels in the ladies room." :scream: