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A piece of string walks into a bar and orders a beer, the barkeep says, "sorry, we don't serve pieces of string in this bar."
Distraught, the string walks out the door and is gone for a few minutes, then comes back in looking to be in terrible shape. He is twisted up, and his ends are all over the place with string fibers everywhere. The bartender looks at him and says "sorry, we STILL don't serve pieces of string in here... Don't you have anywhere else to get a drink?" The String looks heartbroken and says...
I'm a Frayed Knot!
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Crack, you and I are long overdue for a vicious bout of mansex.
~Halx
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