Monday, June 15, 2015


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.

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