So right after that a piece rope goes im to a bar to have a drink. Before he can even order the bartender screams at him, "Get the hell out of my bar. You are a damn rope, and I despise ropes. I'll never serve a drink to a damn rope."

Undaunted the rope left, stepped into an alley, tied himself into a big knot, seperated the strands at each end of himself and bushed his two ends into a tangled mess. He then returnd to the bar, ordered a double Glen Livet single malt and grape Koolaid on the rocks. As the bartender was mixing the Koolaid for the drink he suddenly looked up suspiciously and said, "Are you a damned rope?"

The rope replied, "I am afraid not."


(For any Obama supporters tyrying to puzzle out the the punch line I'll just tell you. It is a play on the words, "frayed knot.")