
A hard drinker walks into a local bar and sees three darts laying across the bar top. "Hey, bartender!" The drunk slurs. "Whas...whas.. with th- these darts?" "Oh", the bartender says. "It's a new promotion we're running. Whoever gets three bullseye's in a row wins a prize."
The drunk stands up, swaying fearfully. "Where's that dartboard?!?" He throws the first dart, nearly toppling over in the process but, sure as hell, he gets a bullseye! The drunk throws the second dart with one eye closed, and you guessed it, another bullseye! The bartender can't believe it! Unbelievably, the drunk throws third dart toward the dartboard, not even seeing it hit the bullseye as he'd already turned back to the bar and was yelling for his prize.
But the bartender had nothing! Statistically, nobody, much less this inebriate, should hit three in a row for 100 years! Not knowing what else to do, the bartender goes in the back, looking around, he spots a stuffed turtle sitting in an old dusty tank. Out of options, he grabs it, goes back and hands it to the drunk. Satisfied, the drunk leaves.
A few months go by and the same drunk walks in. "Hey, bartender! Y- you shtill got those darts?" The bartender obliges him, thinking- "What are the odds???" Boom. Boom. Boom. Once again, he makes all three shots.
"Hey! I won again! Now where's my prize?!?" the drunk exclaims.
The bartender can't believe his rotten luck, but a deal is a deal.
"Okay," he hazards, "it's been a while and I forget-what did I give you last time?"
The drunk downs a shot and says-
"Roast beef on a hard roll."