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A string walked into an ice cream shop, and asked for a milkshake. The server said, “I'm sorry, but we don't serve strings here.”
So the string went into the next ice cream shop, and ordered a milkshake. The server told him, “I'm sorry; sir, but we don't serve strings here.”
Getting frustrated, the string went up to an ice cream stand and ordered a milkshake. The server, once again, said, “We don't serve strings here.”
The string was getting really mad now. He was hot and tired and wanted a milkshake. He bunched up his ends and scraped them back and forth on the pavement.
So, he went back into the first ice cream shop. The server said, “Hey, aren’t you the string that was just in here?” The string looked at him and said, “No, I'm a frayed knot.”
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So the string went into the next ice cream shop, and ordered a milkshake. The server told him, “I'm sorry; sir, but we don't serve strings here.”
Getting frustrated, the string went up to an ice cream stand and ordered a milkshake. The server, once again, said, “We don't serve strings here.”
The string was getting really mad now. He was hot and tired and wanted a milkshake. He bunched up his ends and scraped them back and forth on the pavement.
So, he went back into the first ice cream shop. The server said, “Hey, aren’t you the string that was just in here?” The string looked at him and said, “No, I'm a frayed knot.”
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