A man died in a horrible fire. The
mortician thought it was George, but the body was so badly burned that somebody would need
to make a positive identification. That task fell to George's two friends, Joe and
Al.
Joe: "He's burnt pretty bad, all
right. Roll him over." Joe looked at the dead man's buttocks and
said, "Nope, that ain't George."
Thinking the incident strange, the
mortician straightened up the body and said nothing. He brought in Al.
Al: "Wow, he's burnt to a crisp.
Roll him over." Again, "Nope, that ain't George."
Mortician: "How can you
tell?"
Al: "George had two
assholes."
Mortician: "What? How
could he have two assholes?"
Al: "Everybody knew George had
two assholes. Whenever the three of us would go into town you'd hear people
say, "Here comes George with those two assholes!"
