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Every last Wednesday in August, the tiny town of Buñol, Spain (not far from València) trucks in a bunch of overripe, juicy tomatoes for the annual La Tomatina. After a rocket signals the start of the midday battle, it's go-time. Tomatoes become awesome projectiles, and the best part about the now sixty-year old tradition? Nobody knows how it first started. Not that people need a reason to launch tomatoes.

Since the slaughter only lasts for an hour, it's over now. But how bad do you want to be dripping with tomato guts this time next year?