A piece of string walked into a pub and ordered a pint of bitter. The barman said, "I'm sorry but we don't serve pieces of string in here."
So the string went outside, tied himself in a knot, ruffled his hair, and went back in.
"Hey. Aren't you that string?" said the barman.
"No", said the string, "I'm a frayed knot".
So the string went outside, tied himself in a knot, ruffled his hair, and went back in.
"Hey. Aren't you that string?" said the barman.
"No", said the string, "I'm a frayed knot".
