Did anyone miss me?
I didn't think so!
Somebody... actually two somebodies... sent the following to me. I don't have the heart to email it and I'm too stupid to let it die in my in box.
I really think that the title does a disservice to Southerners because we all know that there are individuals like this everywhere.
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, Cooter and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together. Like they were inseparable.
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 Bubba.'
The mortician thought this was rather strange, so he brought Gomer in to confirm.
'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?'
'Well, Bubba had two assholes.'
'What?... He had two assholes?' asked the mortician.
'Yup, we never seen 'em, but everybody used to say, 'There's Bubba with them two assholes.
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