A piece of string walks into a bar and the bartender says “Get outta here, we don’t serve your sort here!”
The string walks outside, thinks for a minute, then twists himself into a loop, frazzles up his hair and walls back in.
“Aren’t you that piece of string who was just in here?” The bartender asks.
“Nope, I’m a frayed knot!”
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