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I have a friend, who shall remain nameless, that asserts she does not like fish. HOWEVER, I have it on good authority that she is spending the weekend with a seafood loving friend she met over the Innanet, together, in a hotel room, after many martinis and an evening trolling for the catch of the day at the Hagens Fish Market. Chances are, beef is NOT what was for dinner last night.

Not that there's anything wrong with... fish. It's just that she's so adamant about how much she prefers meat -- to the point of ricockulousness, really. I'm like, "Whatever, friend. So, have the kielbasa and leave the fish tacos for someone else. Why are we even talking about this?"

I'm not saying she's all of the sudden a fish lover. I'm merely saying that she may be in a dark hotel room, confused and fumbling around for her misplaced steak knife. I mean, whatever. Next she'll be calling me saying, "The fish looked pretty good," then, "I think I might like fish after all," then, "Hey Brian: I've sworn off of beef."

Again, not that there's anything wrong with... fish... but, really dear: lesbehonest about it.