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No we did not. We had many instances of food bedecking the street out by my house, such as the time we scored a huge bagfull of ripe pomegranates and spent the afternoon slamming them on the ground to get them open and spitting the seeds all over after squidging the juice out of them. The cul de sac looked like a suburan abattoir after that one. The egg was, to coin a phrase, small fry after the pomegranate incident.
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