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Perhaps it's because I've been out of middle school (or as we wacky Canucks call it, "junior high") for too long, but I can't for the life of me think of what sexual innuendo was meant by "going fishing"... unless Mr. No-name seriously thought that fishing would be a good first date tactic. Maybe Shelby's dad is Darryl Choronzy.

Roly Poly Fishhead

Hook, line and sinker?

No, I just met her.

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