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 friends, Cooter and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together. 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 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 assholes. ' 'What? He had two assholes? ' asked the mortician. 'Yup, we never seen ' em, but everybody used to say: ' There ' s Stanley with them two assholes. '
Watch it...I grew up in Tennessee and I enjoyed going to school every day with my lunchbox and barefeet. And of course.... smoking grapevine.. That is the same Gomer.... When his wife had a child in the hospital they went to see the baby. Gomer was looking at the baby and the baby "cart" and he said: "How about that they already named the baby!" His wife says..."They did?" Gomer replies... "They named him Female!" (pronounce it like tamale) This joke is better told that written.... .
