I think I knew him

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. They were
inseparable.

Cooter arrived first and when the mortician pulled back
the sheet, Cootersaid, “Yup, his face is burned up
pretty bad. You better roll him over.”

The mortician rolled him over and Cooter said, “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 and Gomer said, “No, it
ain't Stanley.”

The mortician asked, “How can you tell?”

Gomer said, “Well, Stanley had two ass-holes”

“What! He had two ass-holes?” exclaimed the mortician.

“Yup, we never actually seen 'em but everybody used to say,
'There's Stanley with them two ass-holes.'”






Cooter and Gomer are both now employed in the Federal administration as planning, development, and strategy consultants.