A piece of string walks into a bar…
Skip Carey told this one years ago during a rain delay at a Braves game…
A piece of string walks into a bar, hops up on a stool, and orders himself a beer.
The bartender says “we don’t serve your kind here, fella,” roughs him up good and tosses him
out into the alley.
The piece of string picks himself up, dusts himself off, and says “l don’t have to take that off of
him. I’m gonna go back in there and have my beer, but first I’m going to disguise myself.”
So the piece of string ties himself into a bow, unravels both of his ends, walks back into the
bar, hops onto a stool, and orders himself a beer.
The bartender says, “Hey, aren’t you that piece of string I just threw out of here?”
The piece of string says, “No, I’m a frayed knot.”