So this hem walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says "We don't serve stitchery in here; you'll have to leave." The hem doesn't move from his stool, so the bartender throws him out. After landing on the sidewalk, the hem finds a broken bottle, and decides he's going to get his revenge. He's so angry he doesn't even bother to neaten himself up before he goes back in. The bartender looks at him, and says "Hey, aren't you a piece of stitchery?" and the hem (finally noticing that he's a bit unravelled) answers "I'm a frayed sew."
(From the "Rest" of RHF)