A string walks into a bar and orders a drink. "Sorry," the bartender says, but we don't accept strings here." The string pleads with the bartender, but nonetheless is forced to leave. Depressed and upset, the string begins to walk down the sidewalk.
Suddenly he has an idea. "I'll tie the bottom part of myself into a big knot." And just to make sure, I'll fray the top of myself. That way the bartender won't recognize me, and I'll be allowed in!" The string does exactly as he said, and a few minutes later, walks into the bar and asks for a drink.
"Hey, aren't you the same guy that was here five minutes ago?" the bartender asks, angered.
The string replies, "I'm a frayed knot!"
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