My Mother-In-Law sent me this a while ago and I've been meaning to share it. Beware of language...my mom-in-law has a dirty mouth. ;-)
Bubba 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 friends, Cooter and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together all of their lives.
Cooter arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Cooter said, "Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over." The mortician rolled him over and Cooter said, "Nope, ain't Bubba."
The mortician thought this was rather strange, so he brought Gomer in to confirm. "Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over." The mortician rolled him over and Gomer said, "No, it ain't Bubba.”
The mortician asked, "How can you tell?'' "Well, Bubba had two assholes." ''What? He had two assholes?" asked the mortician. "Yup, we never seen em, but everybody used to say, There's Bubba with them two assholes."