A piece of strings walks into a bar and the bartender looks at him and says "Hey we don't serve pieces of string here!" The piece of string leaves the bar. He roughs up the edge of his head so the individual fibers stick out, ties his head into a couple of loops, and walks back into the bar. The bartender looks at him and says "Didn't you hear me? I told you we don't serve pieces of string here!" The piece of string points to his head and says "afraid not".
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Last edited by Panache; 26th July 06 at 02:23 PM.
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