Two strings had just finished a hard day of work, and decided to stop at a bar for a cold beer.
They walked into a bar, sat down, and asked for two cold ones. The bartender informed them that they did not serve strings in that particular bar, and they should have read the sign on the window that stated as much. The strings, tired and thirsty, left.
The next day, after yet another hard day of work, the two strings really needed a beer. About to enter the same bar that rejected them the previous day, one of the strings said, "we can't go into this bar. They don't serve our kind."
The other string though for a minute, then started shaking his head and contorted and twisted a bit, then proceeded to enter the bar.
Sitting down, the string asked for a cold beer. The bartender eyed the string for a minute, then asked "hey, aren't you one of those strings that came in yesterday?"
"No", the string said, "I'm a frayed not."
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