A man died in a horrible fire. The mortician thought it was possibly this guy he met once named George, but the body was so badly burned, he needed somebody to make a positive identification. That task fell to George's two friends, Joe and Al.
Joe came over to the body and said, "He's burned pretty bad, all right. Roll him over." Joe looked at the dead man's buttocks and said, "Nope, that ain't George."
Thinking the incident strange, the mortician said nothing. He then brought in Al.
Al takes a look at the body and said, "Wow, he's burned to a crisp. Roll him over." Again, the same reply, "Nope, that ain't George."
The mortician said, "How can you tell?"
Al replied, "George had two assholes."
The mortician then said, "What?! How could he have two assholes?"
Then Al replied, "Everybody knew George had two assholes. Whenever the three of us would go into town you'd hear people say, 'Here comes George with those two assholes!'"