...and orders a drink. The bartender says "I'm sorry, we don't serve strings here." So the string walks out again. The next day he tries again, but the bartender says "I told you, we don't serve strings here." The third day, the string has an idea-- he tangles himself up and ruffles up his ends, goes back to the bar, and orders a drink. The bartender examines him suspiciously. "Are you a string?" He asks. "No," the string replied. "I'm a frayed knot."
Now you've heard your bad joke for the day.
