Stanley died in a fire, and his
body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the
body, so they sent for his two best deer-hunting friends, Cooter and
Gomer. The three men had always hunted and fished together, and were
long-time members of a hunting camp.
Cooter arrived first and, when the mortician pulled back the sheet,
Cooter said: "Yup, his face is burnt up pretty bad. You better roll
him over."
The mortician rolled him over and Cooter sighed: "Nope, ain't Stanley."
The mortician thought, 'this was rather strange,' so he brought Gomer in
to confirm the identity of the body. Gomer looked at the body and
said: "Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over."
The mortician rolled him over; Gomer told him: "Nope, it ain't Stanley."
The mortician asked: "How can you tell ?"
Gomer replied, "Well, Stanley had two assholes."
"WHAT?? He had two assholes?" asked the mortician.
"Yup. Never seen 'em myself, but everybody used to say: "There's
Stanley with them two assholes."
Cooter and Gomer are both now employed in the Federal government.
One with the IRS and the other works for the VA.
Monday, June 15, 2015
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