Rope

"I sell rope," he said and swigged. "I used to manufacture
it, now it's all in China. Shitty rope." "How can there be much
difference in rope?" I asked. The guy pulled down his collar and exposed
some red, burned skin. "That's from shitty rope, my wife got the good stuff, the shit I make."
he chuckled. "so you're a family man" I joked. "I'm just looking for beer and pussy. The family is hanging out at home."