Soap on a rope has a long and somewhat high-larious history in my family. It was always a much sought-after and treasured xmas gift. When my godfather first got soap on a rope he didn't understand the point of the rope [I don't either]. So - he put the rope around his neck while showering. As one might imagine, that didn't really work out to his advantage [though I'm sure he would be delighted with me retelling his story].
For some reason soap on a rope is only for men so I have never been given it as a gift. However, Joseph got soap on a rope [from me!] which afforded me the opportunity and I used soap on a rope. More specifically it is Mr. T soap on a rope. I think I had enough of the Mr. T staring @ me while in the shower, to be honest. The whole experience was really not fantastic. The rope is quite mystifying as to its use and purpose. The smell was okay [not masculine enough actually], but the soap suds rinsed off like some sickly yellowy-orange nuclear radiation mess. And, for future reference "Mr. T shaped" is really not the best shape for soap. I think I will leave soap on a rope to the men.
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