A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures
alluringly to the bartender 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, no," the man replied."

"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him" she says, running her hands
beyond his beard and into his hair.

"I'm afraid I can't walk right now," breathes the bartender. "Is there
anything I can do for you?"

"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 her
fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.

"What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say.

"Tell him," she whispers "there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper
towels in the ladies room."

Well, let me put it this way, it's just a little over the line for this select group of older fellas. Sucking on fingers is too suggestive, with the risk of heart attack and all !!

Do you know any good poetry? You know, the type that you can listen to while you knit?

Dan

Poetry, eh? How 'bout a limerick....

There was a good fellow named Dan
Tried to cook up a Rotary plan
"Come up with a joke
that won't make the guys croak!"
But it seems that no-one here can!

ID

I'm impressed and honored. My problem with poetry is I never can understand what the devil they're trying to say. Maybe I need to stick to limericks, apparently they're easier to understand.

Dan

IDShooter

I'm impressed!!!