Now you have.
Farsi... I gotta google that sometime.
Every day my rat gets me a newspaper and some coffee and toast. Usually it patiently sits facedown waiting for a treat that it hopes tastes yummy. Meanwhile, off in cyberland, textbooks fly explosively across hedgehogs into a frightening abyss containing gigantic tentacles that slap hard. They are orange scented with purple p(y,i,a)jamas. Sometimes they whisper terrifying obscenities, terrorizing every person nearby! Back in my treehouse, six mice tip-toe speedily past Ratty's library, unintentionally hurting themselves on sharp thumbtacks. Ratty hates Megatron, so he picked up his Playstation 3 and pwned noobs playing Barbie. While I gormandize myself on the contents of Ratty's entrails, thoughts of Pokémon, Transformers and Frogger fill buckets. Meanwhile, Superman comics supercede the need to vomit. Thankfully, Sonic Burger's putrid smell is gone forever! Frantique looks suspiciously across at MonkeyMan and Sari then jumps between Rat's children, hoping they bite. Rat shakes feathers towards Fredil, muttering Spoon007's address in Farsi. Fredil googles interesting discussions about Farsi