Friday, September 27, 2013


A rope was in desperate need of a drink.

He stumbled into a bar and asked for a beer.

The bartender looked up and asked, "Are you a rope?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well, get the hell out of here! We don't serve ropes!"

Panting for a cold one, the rope soon found another saloon and again, with grace and determination, requested a beer.

"Your'e a rope, aintcha?"

"Well, yes I am but----"

He was suddenly staring at the barrel of a shotgun.
"Disappear and fast! We simply don't cater to no ropes! Never have, never will!"

On the verge of dehydration, the rope entered a third drinking establishment and was immediately confronted by one huge pissed-off server who bellowed out,"Hold everything! Are you a rope?"

Wisdom had taken its toil.

"No. I'm a frayed knot.

A beer was served.

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