One time my friends and I decided to egg this restaraunt down in Little India because a couple of us got the runs from the tikky masala earlier that night. We had over 40 eggs between the five of us (minus 3 or 4 lost to volvo drivers on the way down) and were assembled in strategic positions around on the street with designated sections of the shopfront to aim for. I had the best arm so i was gonna splatter the entry. "(whisper) ok 1...2...3...go!"
There was a symphony of splattering egg shells like no man had ever heard before. It was truly beautiful and deliciously ironic. We were avenging our toilet bowls. When I reached my fourth egg I heard something move in the darkness of the door entry so i threw an egg at it. It didn't crack like wood but was met with a bit of a grunt, for there was a bum trying to sleep in the dark and cosy stoop. My companion Juan, who is a pussy, obviously noticed and told everyone to stop and ran out to see how badly the bum had been damaged. It was a bit awkward when Juan tried to apologise to the bum so i threw an egg at him so he would have something to relate to. My other friends followed my lead and unloaded their stash on a yelling and visibly disappointed Juan.
The fact that Juan ran like a woman didn't help much either.
We invited Juan on our eggscursion to the bowling alley with the hot attendant a week later, but he declined. So we egged his house instead.
