After a hard day at the factory, two good pals (who just happened to be pieces of bundling twine) were tired and thirsty (after a day of whatever string does for a living), and headed for their favorite watering hole. They met with a rude response by the innkeeper... "We don't serve your type in here anymore! I own the bar now; NO STRING-TRASH TYPES ALLOWED! Get out!"
Out they went. The first string says, "I guess we have to find another bar". The 2nd says "Maybe knot". String two tied himself into a very neat bow, and checked his reflection in a window pane. "You think that will work?" said string one. "Knot quite yet" said string two. String two then rubbed himself against the side of the brick building for a few minutes until he looked rather unkempt. "I'm going back in" said string two.
The barkeeper stared at him hostilly, and snorted "Aren't you the piece of string rabble I just threw outta here?"
String two looked him squarely in the eye and replied "I'm afraid not.... "
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ok, let's see if anybody 'gets' this one..
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Out they went. The first string says, "I guess we have to find another bar". The 2nd says "Maybe knot". String two tied himself into a very neat bow, and checked his reflection in a window pane. "You think that will work?" said string one. "Knot quite yet" said string two. String two then rubbed himself against the side of the brick building for a few minutes until he looked rather unkempt. "I'm going back in" said string two.
The barkeeper stared at him hostilly, and snorted "Aren't you the piece of string rabble I just threw outta here?"
String two looked him squarely in the eye and replied "I'm afraid not.... "
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ok, let's see if anybody 'gets' this one..
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