Philosophy jokes are like that.



So a string walks into a bar, gets drunk, gets into a fight, and ends up on his ass out in front of the bar with the bartender shouting “... and I won’t be having any strings in here again!”

A week goes by, the string gets paid, and wants to get a load on. Remembering the bartender’s parting words from the week before, the string grabs the top of himself, makes a big loop, which his lower half then jumps through. The string finishes off his disguise by unraveling some of each of his ends.

Sure enough, as soon as the string walks back into the bar, the bartender looks, squints because he’s not 100% sure of himself, then says, “Hey! Aren’t you that string from last week?”

And the string replies,











“I’m a frayed knot. I’d like a beer.”

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Eudaimonia