Thash mine. You shee that giant television set? Thast mine too.
Now follow me.”
The police officer followed the man 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 announced.
“Shee the bed there? Thast mine! Shee that woman lying in the bed?
Thash my wife. An’ see that guy lying next to her?”
“Yeah?” the cop replied suspiciously. Beginning at this point to seriously doubt the man’s story.
“Well, thats me!”
