OK... while I keep an eye on the Katydid...
...my very sweet friend Storm Glory or maybe her handsome brother Jackal ... or maybe their very nice mom... asked me, "Hey! What is the rest of the string in a bar joke? I've never heard it. :)" (I mentioned it in my post the other day!) Are you ready? Here goes!
A piece of string walks into a bar, hops up onto a barstool and orders a beer. The bartender narrows his eyes at him and says, "Hey! We don't serve string in here! Beat it, you!" Feeling a bit dejected, the string goes outside, thinks things over, and decides he really wants a beer, so he's going to try again!The string walks back into the bar, hops up onto a barstool and orders a beer. The bartender says, "Hey! I told you - we don't serve string in here! Now get lost!" The string walks back outside, wanting a beer now more than ever.Another guy comes out of the bar and says, "I saw what happened in there. That's really crummy. I wish I could help you out."The string thanks him, and thinks about his offer. "Well, there is something you can do! Would you... if you're serious?""Oh, sure I am. What can I do?""Would you sort of separate my ends for me? You know, fray me out a bit? Rustle me up?""Sure, pal." So the guy does.Then the string says, "One more thing. Would you tie me in a knot?"The guy accommodates him, the string thanks him, and they part company.The string, full of confidence now, walks back into the bar, hops up onto a barstool and orders a beer. Once again, the bartender narrows his eyes at him and says, "Hey......... aren't you that piece of string that was in here a little while ago?"He looks right back at him and says, "No.... I'm a frayed knot!"
Hee hee hee! Get it? A frayed knot/Afraid not? OK... it's better if I tell it to you in real life!
Storm and Jackal, I hope you and everyone else enjoyed my joke! Oh! Or did maybe the very beautiful goat who lives with you - Jasmine - used your Blogger ID and asked!?! We had goats back on the farm where I was born and they were always.... kidding around with me! Hee hee hee!
No Katydids were harmed in the writing and photographing of this blog post. The Katydid in the photograph was moved safely to the lawn, where she made her getaway.