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
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.