A group of loud and rowdy drunks were making a racket in the street. It was the wee small hours of the morning and the lady of the house flung open a window and shouted at them to keep quiet. 'Is this where Frank lives?' one of the drunks asked. 'Yes, it is, ' the woman replied. 'Well then, ' said the drunk, 'Could you come and pick him out so the rest of us can go home?'
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