An incredibly attractive lady walks into a bar and uses the bathroom. On the way out, she slinks up to the bartender.
"So, big boy...is your manager here?" she purrs, tracing her finger on the man's chest.
The bartender keeps it cool. "No, ma'am, I'm afraid he isn't."
The lady runs her hand around the barkeep's face, feeling his stubble. "Oh, that won't do. Are you sure he isn't?"
The bartender smiles but keeps his cool. "I'm sorry ma'am, but he isn't here right now, I swear."
The lady moves her fingers to the man's mouth and gently moves them inside so he's sucking on them. "Ooh, well, if you see him, there's something I need you to tell him."
"What's that?"
"The ladies' room is out of toilet paper and soap."