A String

So this string walks into a bar, sits down and orders a drink. The bartender says, “We don’t serve strings here.”

The string goes outside, ties himself up, roughs up his head and goes back in the bar and orders a drink. The bartender says “Hey, aren’t you the same string who was just in here??”

The string answers “No, I’m a frayed knot”

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