A couple of briars* ride a Bactrian to the drive-in movie. After some initial confusion, where the other theater-goers have to convince them to relocate to the back row, they watch the first feature.
At intermission, they tie the camel to the speaker post and head for the concession stand, only to return to an empty space where their camel last stood. They check out the whole parking lot, figuring maybe he wandered away, but no camel.
So they go to the police station, where a skeptical police sergeant asks them to describe the missing camel.
“Well,” says the first briar, “he’s 8-feet tall and has two humps.”
The cop writes this down. “And?”
“He’s brown,” volunteers the second briar, “and he weighs about a thousand pounds.”
“Any distinguishing marks?” asks the cop.
The briars look at each other and scratch their heads. Just as the first starts to say, “Nooooo,” the second exclaims, “He had two assholes.”
The cop looks up. “Two assholes?”
The briars both nod vigorously.
“What makes you say that?” says the cop.
“When we bought our tickets, as we were riding away, we heard the woman at the booth say, ‘look at those two assholes on that camel.’”
*A briar is a person hailing from the great Commonwealth of Kentucky. And, before anyone takes offense, allow me to state that both of my parents were from there.