A piece of string goes into a bar and orders a drink.
"I'm sorry," says the barman "we don't serve string in here."
The piece of string goes outside, ruffles up his hair and goes back in. Again he orders a drink.
"Are you that piece of string that was in here a moment ago?" asks the barman.
"No," he replies "I'm a frayed knot".
Monday, October 19, 2009
String Theory
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