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12:32 p.m. // 16 October 2002
Signs we should have paid heed to that would have dissuaded us from trying to eat five pounds of fish for dinner that had gone off:
Numerous uses of phrases like "This smells kind of funny," and "It's really fishy," and "Does this smell okay to you?"
The ridiculous quantity of fish, and how long it took to defrost that large mass of fish.
The dubious origin of the fish (Jeff's deep-freeze).
The absence of the fish expert, who was off trying to learn who "LOVE RYAN" is.
Dwayne's absolute refusal to have anything whatsoever to do with the fishy-smelling fish.
The fish's reluctance to cook under the broiler.
The green that the garlic mysteriously became.
Nazli's (accurate) prediction that three hours from now we would be sitting at a fast-food joint with hamburgers and fries before us.
The pervading funny smells.
Multiple, multiple uses of the word "gamy" with respect to the taste of the fishy-smelling fish.
Upon his arrival, the fish expert's rock-solid assertion: "Nazli. That's gamy."
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