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Women Are Evil By Nature...
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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 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.'
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
 
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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