Here's your hilarious joke:

A rope walks into a bar, Has a seat and the bartender says to it, "Sorry, we don't serve your kind here." The rope, upset, ties itself into a knot and separates its strands. The bartender says, 'What are you doing? I told you we don't serve ropes here. You'll have to leave." "I don't think so," says the rope, "I'm a frayed knot." Barrum-cha! [Bonus: A giraffe walks into a bar and yells, "The high balls are on me!"]

"Millicent Tonya" Permalink