“Is that all you have to do?” Larry asked.
“No, you have to stir it too,” John said jokingly.
“Give that man a cigar,” Scout announced.
John stopped laughing and flashed an incredulous look.
“That’s right, Polack, you have to sit and watch the s**t burn all day long. You stir it up every half hour or the fire will go out.”
“How do you know when you’re done?”
“When there isn’t s**t left in the can.” A chuckle erupted from the men.
“That was a good one, Scout!” Sixpack announced.
“It usually takes until seven in the evening to burn everything up.”
“That’s one detail I hope that I never get.”
“Don’t bet on that, Polack. Everyone does it at least once. And when our squad’s turn comes up, guess whose names will be on the list.”
“Aw, f**k!” The realization hit Larry.
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