Dadrice

Dadrice said he’d eat rice for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I believe him because he eats rice for dinner at 3 AM.

Dadrice called me stupid for not knowing the difference between basmati and jasmine rice. I still don’t know.

Dadrice claims he’s smart. His IQ is 120. His math skills are 20.

Dadrice made a whole meal out of rice and called it ‘the rice of kings.’ I ate it and felt like a peasant.

Dadrice said he could solve world hunger with rice. I said, ‘Great. Now solve my hangover.’

Dadrice taught me algebra with rice. I passed the test. I still don’t know how.

Dadrice said he’s a genius. His proof? He remembered the rice he ate last Tuesday.

Dadrice told me he could beat Einstein at chess with just rice and a spoon. I believed him because I was drunk.

Dadrice calls himself a genius. His IQ is 130. His common sense is 10.