Three ropes walk into a bar. It’s happy hour. Half price on draft beer and shots.
The first rope comes up to the bar, and asked for three drafts. The bartender says, “we don’t serve ropes here”! Dejected the rope returns to his buddies sitting at a table in the back.
“You’ve got to be kidding”, says the second rope, and he goes up to the bar and asked for a round of shots. “I just told that other guy we don’t serve your kind here”.
This is more than the third rope can handle. He gets up, wraps himself into a smart half hitch, un-ravels, borrows a brush the college girl at the next table, and fluffs up the loose fibers into a fine hairdo.
When he approaches the bar he asked for a round of beers, with a round of shots. The bartender says, “But you’re a rope”!!
” Afraid not”!!! ( A frayed knot;))
Carl
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