Bar Staff Beware


War Hero
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 of her hands.

'Actually, no,' he replied.. 'Can you get him for me? I need to speak
to him,' she said, as she ran her hands beyond his beard and into his

I'm afraid I can't,' breathed the bartender.. 'Is there anything I can

'Yes, I need you to give him a message,' she continued, running her
forefinger across the bartender's lip and she slyly popped a couple of
her fingers into his mouth and allowed 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 bathroom