Two pieces of string walk into another bar. This one's just round the corner from the others, and has a altogether more reputable clientele.
The bartender looks at them suspiciously. He says "Sorry, boys, we don't like serve your kind here." So the pieces of string walk out again.
They're sitting in the gutter outside, desperate to get their drink on when one piece of string says "Hey! I've got an idea that'll get me served." so he starts twisting and turning, wriggling this way and that, pulling out a few threads here and there. His mate's looking at him and thinks he's gone completely nuts.
Then the piece of string walks back into the bar. The bartender looks at him a little suspiciously again and says "Here, you're not a bit of string, are you?"
The piece of string replies "No, I'm a frayed knot"
Two pieces of string walk into another bar. This one's just round the corner from the others, and has a altogether more reputable clientele.
The bartender looks at them suspiciously. He says "Sorry, boys, we don't like serve your kind here." So the pieces of string walk out again.
They're sitting in the gutter outside, desperate to get their drink on when one piece of string says "Hey! I've got an idea that'll get me served." so he starts twisting and turning, wriggling this way and that, pulling out a few threads here and there. His mate's looking at him and thinks he's gone completely nuts.
Then the piece of string walks back into the bar. The bartender looks at him a little suspiciously again and says "Here, you're not a bit of string, are you?"
The piece of string replies "No, I'm a frayed knot"