Where Frank Lives

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?