I tried to tell me wife about a dream I had where I was weaving the hair of the Philadelphia Flyer's mascot into intricate braids...
She was disgusted, and told me she didn't want the Knit-ty Gritty details.
Do you know the name of braided old rope?
Frayed knot.
I made a belt entirely by braiding together herbs that I found in my pantry. It took me about five hours.
What a waist of thyme.
The person at the hairdressers asked me, "Are you braiding that girl's hair whilst dyeing it silver?"
I said, "No, platinum"
Three ropes are walking into a bar when they see a sign outside that says, "We don't serve ropes."
The first rope goes in and asks for a drink and the bartender says, "We don't serve ropes. You'll have to leave."
The second rope goes in and asks for a drink and the bartender says, "We don't serve ropes. You'll have to leave."
The third rope ties himself in a knot and undoes his top braid a bit and ruffles it up. He goes in and asks for a drink. The bartender asks, "Say, aren't you a rope?"
He replies, "I'm a frayed knot."
