notes from mom
These are the things my mother likes to send to me, enjoy :)
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 for 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 p aper, hand soap, or paper towels
in the ladies room.”
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 for 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 p aper, hand soap, or paper towels
in the ladies room.”