A piece of string walks into a bar. The bartender yells, "Hey! We don't serve string in here." The string tries to order anyway, but the bartender pulls out a pair of scissors. So the piece of string runs out the door. Throughout the day, the string is tossed out from every bar in town. The string's ends are coming loose. So, before entering the last bar, the string contorts himself. Nonetheless, the bartender looks at him carefully. "Hey! Are you a piece of string?" Replies the string,
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *- "No, I'm a frayed knot."