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This is a true story and I never forgot it. It's 1973 and I've been out of the Army a few months and I got a job working at Savannah Harbor in the dry dock. They have sort of a community latrine out in the middle of the yard.
One day I'm washing my hands standing in front of the mirror, and behind me a stall door opens and this big guy steps out. He said, "I don't know what is better, a good shit or a good fcck". The guy next to me then said "either I don't know nothing about shitting or you don't know nothing about fccking".
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