String walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a drink.
Bartender says; "Sorry, we don't serve strings in this joint."
String is very disappointed.
So String goes outside and walks around the corner where the bartender can't see him.
He ties himself in a knot, musses up his hair and goes back into to the bar.
"Hey, bartender, gimme a drink."
Bartendender asks; 'Say, aren't you that string?"
String answers: "No. I'ma fraid not."
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