Sorry, Wrong Number

A cop caught a drunkard just in front of a house, trying to get in. ”Are you sure this is your house?” the cop asked the thoroughly sozzled man. ”Shertainly,” said the drunk, ”an’ if you’ll jesh open the door f’me, I’ll prove it to you.”The cop obliges by opening the door.”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 announced. ”Shee that bed? Thash my bed. Shee that woman lying in the bed? Thash my wife. And shee that guy lying next to her?””Yeah,” said the cop suspiciously.”Thash me!”