| + | "A piece of string walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says "We don't serve string here." So the string leaves the bar, twists himself up and burns himself. He goes back into the bar and orders a beer again. The bartender says "Hey! I already told you we don't serve string here. Weren't you just in here a minute ago?" The string replies, "Nope, I'm afraid not." (a frayed knot, get it? /me sighs) |