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A string walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says "we don't serve string."
But the string persists "man, I am parched. Just a quick beer? I'll drink it in the corner and no one will know."
"Nope! Now get out." Says the barkeep.
The string heads outside, but just outside the door, he twists himself into a horrid pretzel, and musses up one end of himself. He heads back in...
"I thought I told you," says the bartender. "We don't serve string!"
"Nope. I'm a frayed knot."
Hahaha haha ha ah...