Shawn, retelling a joke from Southpark*: Do you like fishsticks?
Hillary: I don't know.
Hillary: I've never eaten a fishstick.
Shawn: For the sake of the joke, assume that you've eaten a fishstick, ok? So do you like fishsticks?
Hillary: I don't know! What are fishsticks like?
Shawn: They're like ... fishsticks.
Hillary: Like fish & chips?
Shawn: No, more like chicken strips.
Hillary: Dude that does not help at all. There is a huge spectrum of chicken strips. Are we talking fastfood-style nuggets? Or restaurant-style tenders?
At which point Shawn's head melts a little until we come to the conclusion that fishsticks are not deep-fried like fish & chips, but breaded and baked like quality-restaurant-style chicken tenders.
Shawn: Sooo.... do you like fishsticks?
Hillary: I don't know. Are they served with tartar sauce or ketchup?
Shawn: I hate you.
* I know, right? Southpark. Gah. I stopped liking Southpark right around the time I stopped mixing $8 half-mickeys of Alberta Pure Vodka with cream soda Slurpees (read: grade 12.)
PS: The joke was really lame. Something to do with being a gay fish if you like fishsticks in your mouth.
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Hillary: Why is your face all scratchy?
Shawn: It's my playoff beard!
Hillary: I do not accept that.
Shawn: But if I shave, the Canucks will lose!
Hillary: FINE! Then I'll just grow my own playoff beard ...
Hillary: ON MY LEGS!
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Happy Friday, peeps! If you're so inclined, Lemon Gloria could use some positive thoughts, and, if it's not too insensitive to include this in the same sentence, the Canucks could use some juju for game 2 tonight.