So this String walks in to a bar and says, "Barkeep, pour me a drink!" The bartenders says, "what the hell, a talking string, get the hell out of here, we don't serve talking strings here!" The string gets up and walks outside feeling descriminated against and upset. As he sits on the curb in the parking lot he gets and Idea. He unwravels the top and botom of himself and ties himself into a bowline (for those of you that don't know, a Bowline is a Nautical Knot) the string then get up and walks back into the bar. When the Barkeep sees him he says, "wait a minute, aren't you the same string that was in here a few minutes ago?" The string stands up and says,
Wait for it,
"I am sorry, I am a frayed Knot!"
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