Pun + lunch = punch

So, Damon and I go to lunch today. At Zen.

He orders the spicy chicken bowl, white meat, white rice.

I order the spicy chicken bowl, white meat, brown rice.

He comments

Ah, one of those brown-rice heathens, eh?

To which my reply is:

Hey, I’m not a riceist!

He’s still trying not to hit me…

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