A body was delivered into the morgue one night that had been in a fire and burned and charred beyond all belief. The undertaker looked and thought it was Bob, and acquaintance of his. But since he wasn't sure, and Bob wasn't married, the undertaker decided to call in Bob's two best friends, Larry and George, to see if they could identify the body.
He called Larry in first. Larry looked at the body, flipped it on it's stomach and said, "Well he sure is burned pretty bad, but this isn't Bob." The undertaker looked puzzled as to how he could identify him that quickly just by flipping him over.
So he decided to call in George. George walked in, looked at the body, flipped it over on it's stomach and said, "Man, he's charred up pretty good, but that's not Bob."
The undertaker finally asked Larry and George how they could tell that wasn't their friend so quickly just by flipping him over.
Larry said, "Well it's because Bob had two assholes."
"Two assholes?" the undertaker asked.
"Yeah, two assholes," George replied, "every time Bob, Larry, and I would walk down the street everyone would always say, 'Here comes Bob with those two assholes.'"
