A haggard man walked into a psychiatrist office, tore open a cigarette and stuffed the tobacco up in his nose. I see you really need me," the starled doctor remarked as he ran toward the man. Sure do," said the man, "have you got a light
A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately. She seductively signalled 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, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room'
A haggard man walked into a psychiatrist office, tore open a cigarette and stuffed the tobacco up in his nose. I see you really need me," the starled doctor remarked as he ran toward the man. Sure do," said the man, "have you got a light
ReplyDeleteWomen Are Evil By Nature...
ReplyDeleteA woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestured alluringly
to the bartender who approached her immediately. She seductively
signalled 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, hand soap, or paper
towels in the ladies room'