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Joe died in a fire and his body was burned very badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best deer hunting friends, Cooter and McGoober. The three men had always hunted and fished together and were long time members of a hunt camp.

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 Joe."

The mortician thought this was rather strange. So he brought McGoober in to confirm the identity of the body.

McGoober looked at the body and said, "Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over." The mortician rolled him over and McGoober said, "No, it ain't Joe." The mortician asked, "How can you tell?" McGoober replied, "Well, Joe had two assholes." "What! He had two assholes?" asked the mortician. "Yup, we never seen 'em, but everyone used to say: There's Joe with them two assholes."

This stinks twice as bad.

Does this have anything to do with infrastructure?

Kettleman City smells better than Sirfuckafist's posts.

bahhh, you guys are toads, sirfuckafist should post a daily joke.

Every Sirgulpaload post is a joke. And a bad one, at that.

I would prefer 10 poorly rehashed jokes, puns or limericks from Siranalmode before having to scroll past another steaming pile of Felcho's incessant gibberish.