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,
Darryl and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together.
Darryl arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet,
Darryl said, "Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over."
The mortician rolled him over, and Darryl said, "Nope, ain't Bubba."
The mortician thought this was rather strange.
Then he brought Gomer in, to identify 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 Bubba."
The mortician asked, "How can you tell?"
Gomer said, "Well, Bubba had two assholes."
"What? He had two assholes?", asked the mortician.
Yup, I've never seen 'em, but everyone knew he had two assholes.
Every time we went to town, folks would say, "Here comes Bubba with them two assholes."
The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best friends,
Darryl and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together.
Darryl arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet,
Darryl said, "Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over."
The mortician rolled him over, and Darryl said, "Nope, ain't Bubba."
The mortician thought this was rather strange.
Then he brought Gomer in, to identify 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 Bubba."
The mortician asked, "How can you tell?"
Gomer said, "Well, Bubba had two assholes."
"What? He had two assholes?", asked the mortician.
Yup, I've never seen 'em, but everyone knew he had two assholes.
Every time we went to town, folks would say, "Here comes Bubba with them two assholes."
