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A piece of string slithers into a bar and asks for a beer but the barman takes one look at him and says "we don't serve your sort here, clear off". The piece of string argues but gets tossed out anyway.
Dejected, he looks up and down the street but there's no-one else there and no other bars.
Suddenly he starts unraveling one of his ends, carefully freeing up each braid and thread until there's bits sticking everywhere, twists himself up into a ball, re-enters the bar and says "barman, give me a beer pronto".
the barman starts pouring the beer but then says "hang on a minute, aren't you the piece of sting I just threw out of here?", to which the string replies "I'm afraid not"
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