3 strings walk into a bar and order a beer. The bartender looks at them and says "I'm sorry we don't serve strings in here, you have to leave. Next bar: same thing: won't serve strings. When they come to the 3rd bar, one of the strings ties up his his neck and musses his hair. Goes into the bar and orders a beer. The bartender looks at him suspiciously and asks, "Are you a string?"
"No, I'm a frayed knot."
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