Rack 'em up.
Eyes down for a full house.
The hare is loose.
Er, no, hang on, none of those is right.
ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY.
That's more like it.
Although nearly 80 more than my randomly and accidentally achieved best score.
And surprisingly wearing on the arm muscles - I'm assuming I'm doing it right?
So that's it, make sure the pointy end is aimed toward the triple treble 20, and chuck it.
Really must get that wall painted ...
... and fill in those newly acquired small holes.
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