Barefoot. 80°-90°F, humid, partly cloudy (Real Feel said it was 99°F). 100% nose breathing, while it help with the heat, it was just too hot for me. I really need a cool Sunday soon.

Three strings decide to go out on the town. The walk into a bar and the bartender lost at them and yells, "Hey, we don't serve strings here."

Determined not to let this jerk routine their night out, the go to another bar and try to order drinks, but the bartender, apologetically says, "I'm sorry, we aren't allowed to serve strings here."

The leave and got to a third bar and they are stopped at the door by a bouncer, who's simply says, "NO Strings Allowed".

At this point, two of strings decide that they'd had enough and want to call it a night, but the third string says, "You know what, I'm hungry, lets get something to eat." The other two string declined, just not wanting to go through this again. So the third string says, "OK, but before you go, fray my ends and tie me into a knot." Confused but just wanting to put this night behind them, they complied and went home.

The third string walks into a restaurant, and sits down. The waiter comes up to the table and says, "Hello, can I get you someth...." he stops, looks at the string and says, "excuse me, but are you a string?" The string looks at back at the waiter with a well executed puzzled looks and say, "No, I'm afraid not". (That's "a frayed knot").