Bob, a long time 17 handicapper, 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 longtime golf buddies, Bill and Butch. The three men had always golfed and done everything together.

Bill arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Bill said, 'Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over.' The mortician rolled him over and Bill said, 'Nope, ain't Bob.' The mortician thought this was rather strange.

So he brought in Butch to confirm the identity of the body. Butch looked at the body and said, 'Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. But you best roll him over.' The mortician rolled him over and Butch said, 'No, it definitely ain't Bob!'

The mortician asked, 'How can you tell?'

Bill said, 'Well, Bob had two assholes.'

The mortician asked ‘What?!! He had TWO assholes?'

Both Billy and Butch spoke together, ‘Yup, we never seen 'em, but everybody used to say: ‘There's Bob with them two assholes.'

Oh No!

Bwaaaahhhhhaaaa!!! Good One!!

good god I needed a laugh today and that did it.