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A very attractive blonde goes up to the bar. She gestures alluringly to the bar tender 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.
"Actually, I'm not," says the man.
"Can you get him for me? I need to speak with 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 and slyly popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to nip them gently.
"What should I tell him??" the bartender manages to say while nibbling her delicate fingers.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap or paper towels in the ladies’ room."
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