Women are evil by nature
> A women 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 carresed 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 afriad 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 suck them gently.
>"What should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say.
>" Tell him," she wispered,
>" There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.
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