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Can I Speak To The Manager?

passin thru

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Can I Speak To The Manager?
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 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 lips 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 whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room!"
 

ranchwife

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:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
I guess you just CAN'T gross out a nurse!!
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
 

Denny

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ranchwife said:
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
I guess you just CAN'T gross out a nurse!!
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

You have that right my wife's a nurse and the stuff she see's would make most very sick.
 

Soapweed

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passin thru said:
Can I Speak To The Manager?
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 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 lips 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 whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room!"

Guess it proves once again that you can't judge a book by its cover. :wink:
 

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