Way Too Much to Drink
“Are you sure this is your house?” the cop asked the thoroughly sozzled gentleman. “Shertainly,” said the drunk, “an’ if you’ll jesh open the door f’me, I’ll prove it to you.” “You shee that piano?” the drunk began. “Thash mine. You shee that TV? Thash mine, too. Follow me, follow me.” The police officer followed as he shakily negotiated the stairs to the second floor. The drunk pushed open the first door they came to. “Thish ish my bedroom,” he…

