Three strings walked into a bar. The bartender said, “We don’t serve strings here.”

So they left.

They went into another bar.

The bartender said, “We don’t serve strings here.”

So they left.

They stood in front of another bar, and one of the strings twisted himself up, fluffed his top and walked into the bar.

The bartender asked him if he was a string.

He said: “No, I’m a frayed knot.”

— Joy Charter, Coeur d’Alene

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