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A man in a state of excessive inebriation rolled up at a fairground rifle range booth
and threw down the necessary money.

The booth operator at first refused to let him have a turn, considering that his very
inebriated state would endanger the public. But the drunk insisted and was finally
given a gun. He aimed unsteadily in the general direction of the target and after
trying to focus, pulled the trigger three times.

The booth owner, on inspecting the target, was astonished to see that he had scored
three bull's-eyes. The star prize for the evening was a large set of glassware, but the
showman was certain that the drunk wasn't aware of what he had done, and gave him
instead a consolation prize, a small, live turtle.

The drunk wandered off into the crowd.

An hour or so later he came back, even more drunk than before.

Once again the showman demurred, but once again the drunk insisted, and once more
scored three bull's-eyes and was given another turtle.

Eventually the drunk rolled up again and insisted on a third attempt.

Once more he picked up the rifle, waved it around in the general direction of the target,
and pulled the trigger three times. Once more he had scored threebull's-eyes. But this
time there was an onlooker with good eyesight.

"That's fantastic," the man said. "Hasn't he scored three bulls?"

The showman, cursing his luck, made a show of going over to the target and inspecting
it closely.

"Yes, sir!" he announced to the crowd. "This is fantastic! Congratulations, sir, you have
won the star prize, this magnificent 68-piece set of glassware!"

"I don't want any bloody glasses," the drunk replied. "Give me another one of those
little crusty meat pies!"
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