A couple of weeks ago a bird shat on Agha Reza's head. My friend saw it, and instead of telling Reza he just thought to himself, "Wow, he's got bird shit on his head!" so he walked around with bird shit on his balding Mr. Potato-shaped head all day. (How do you not notice that you've been shat on, anyway? Was he drunk already?). I wish I could have seen the poor bastard's reaction when he figured out that there was a pile of dry crusty bird shit on his head. That would have been fucking awesome.