I guess the rope just needed a drink.

A length of rope walked into a bar, sat on a stool, and ordered a beer. The bartender said, "We don"t serve ropes here." Dismayed and disappointed, the rope left the bar, tied himself in a knot and messed up his hair. The rope went back into the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender looked him over and said, "Hey, I thought I told you we don't serve ropes here." The rope replied, "No, I'm a frayed knot."