So a baloney sandwich walks into a bar. The bartender immediately yells at him, while jerking a thumb over his back towards a sign on the wall: “Hey - can’t you read??? We don’t serve food here!”
You are Adorbs.
Ok, I smiled a little.
So these three pieces of string walk into a bar. The first one orders a beer. The barkeep says, “sorry, we don’t serve string in here.”. String 1 leaves. Second piece of string orders a glass of wine, and again the barkeep says, “I told your friend, we don’t serve string here!”
The third piece of string strolls past the bar, goes into the bathroom and starts tearing himself apart, and ties himself up.
He goes up to the bar and orders a shot. The bartender looks at him and says, “are you another one of those crazy strings?”
He replies, “no, I’m a frayed knot.”