Women Are Evil By Nature... > > 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 > > 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 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 whispered, 'There's no toilet paper, handsoap, >or paper > > towels in the ladies room.'