On my way home from the pub after a few jars, I decided to go to the Chinese take away because I had the munchies.
I studied the menu and settled upon a nice tasty dish. I walked to the counter where the little Chinese man asked me what I wanted, being slightly worst for ware, I cheekily said “a portion of flied lice please” to which the little Chinese man replied “It’s fried rice you plick”
Ken.