Nope, this ain’t Stanley


Stanley died in a fire accident and his body was burned badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the body. So they sent for his two best deer hunting friends, Jim and Allen. The three men had always hunted and fished together and were long time members of a hunting camp.

Jim arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Jim said, “The face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over.”

The mortician rolled him over and Jim said, “Nope, this ain’t Stanley.”

The mortician thought this was rather strange. So he brought Allen in to confirm the identity of the body. Allen looked at the body and said, “The face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over.”

The mortician rolled him over and Allen said, “Nope, this ain’t Stanley.”

The mortician asked, “How can you tell?”

Allen said, “Well, Stanley had two assholes.”

“What! He had two assholes?” asked the mortician.

“Yup, everybody in the town used to say, there’s Stanley with them two assholes.”