is a passionate fruit. Not jest delicious it is sensual and so nice and smooth. Some might be arroused to what this fruit stands for. The colors of this fruit are so inspiring. It has red, yellow and green spots.
the sweet juice of the mango slid down and nestled itself in the cleft of his chin. his lips were pulled tight in a macabre smile as he slid the knife deep inside my chest. I could feel the cold steel sliding in between my ribs and stared into the reflection of my eyes in his. I watched the light go out in my own eyes as I felt my soul begin to slip.
The mango was a deep yellow, a yellow with a hint of orange in it. I could already taste the juice in my mouth simply by gazing at it. Oh, the sweet bitterness it filled my heart with, as I realized that I could not buy a mango with my current money. No, I may never live to eat the mango again. Such color! Such texture! should I miss… Dare I say that I would die rather than never eat a mango again? Should the God hear it, yes, I would.
delcious bang on the roof hard as a brick shattering red tile roof and awakenaing the slumbering warriors as the hard dense fruit which softens in a plate in BiBi’s kitchen and is sliced perfectly, opened and offered to Suhu as he sits silently in the cool dark awaiting afternoon visitiors
Memories of a mango may lead to my own self realization that I am no longer in my youth. I am no longer a child, but a make believe adult. Mangos smell like the summer in Michigan, spending days at the pool, riding bikes and climbing trees. Finishing off the day with some mango lotion applied to my darkened tan.
i’m allergic to mangos and fuck that they taste delicious but they make my mouth all itchy
my girlfriend bought me this really cool mango on a stick in brooklyn once and it was a great memory and it was super happy but while we were in the aquarium i thought about how she was definitely going to break up with me soon and then that day would suck forever and it turns out now it did
fuck this pissed me off thanks i’m going to take 4 klonopin
that thick skin seems so impenetrable yet my teeth take action and rip it apart, exposing such wonderful ambrosia beneath. Nothing quite compares to being a zombie and a mango representing a human skull.
Mango! Sticky rice and mango! One of the most delicious dishes in Thai food. A sweet dessert, if you haven’t tried it, you simply HAVE to. Your life will not be complete if you don’t. A culinary masterpiece… sweet, sticky rice and soft, juicy mango with a slightly salty yet delectable coconut sauce on top. In Thai, it’s called kau neaw mamuwung. It’s delicious, trust me.
mango.. a sweet seasonal fruit, yellow coloured, reminds me of happiness
mango, fruit of happiness, spreads smile with its colour, similar aura created by by sun, bright day, beginning of new things, new day new start.
He left the kitchen and went into the backyard. There, in the corner, was the struggling mango tree he had planted with her. It was much too cold to grow there, but they wanted a litte piece of the tropics anyway. It was the beginning of their paradise.
orange and tasty fruit i love mangos daddy salted knife cuts through it eat the skin magos remind me of good things I love magos mmmmm fruit fruit fruit healthy thang ornage? no it’s green silly i like fruits
Who eats mangos? They’re funny looking, do you eat the skin or that weird stuff inside? When are they ripe? When they’re really mooshy are they ripe or overripe? Apples are good, so are oranges, grapes, peaches, plums. Good fruits.
Mango. Mango. Makes me think of tango. Fancy dance? Tasty drink!
Bright bright word. Makes you think. Oh, the mango, I think I’ve only eaten one before.
I don’t remember if I even liked it. They look cool. And happy. Hee hee.
Mango.
In Maui, I had the best mango dressing. The flavors exploded into my mouth causing me to wonder why mango’s are not more widely available. Crunching into the salad, the flavor of the mango was at the same time subtle but enchanting. The sweetness mixed with vinegar made for a blissful combination.
I’ve always liked mango juice. It’s so delicately delicious and it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. So one day, I decided that I would try eating a mango, and it would be DOUBLE the warmth and tingles. Boy, was I dead wrong. It’s not. It was disgusting. I hated it. How could something so revolting produce such good juice? I guess I’ll never know. Just keep enjoying mango juice but never mangos.
Yesterday, I ate a mango. My mother was making smoothies in her Jack LaLaine juicer and she tried to put a rather large slice of the exotic fruit into the machine, and it caught fire. The blade that rotates inside the jusicer was smoking, and the fruit was charred. She decided not to try with the rest of it and gave it to me to eat instead. It was tart, and had a crisp taste, but the skin was tough to break when I needed to get to it.
Her skin was the color of mango. I never found out her name, doubted if I would have been able to pronounce it anyway. She signaled the beginning of the end for us, and I never knew it till she was gone. She killed four of my men, and ran away with my favorite pistol. I’ll kill the bitch the next time I see her.
The sweet smell of mangoes reminded her of the beach. The warm feeling of feet buried in sand, the curve of salty hair drying. The sun setting over the water, reflecting off the crest of the waves, and the warm glow of colours spreading across the sky.
I’d rather not write about mangoes. I’m not particularly fond of them. I find their texture mushy and mealy, and their taste leaves something to be desired. They also remind me of my grandmother, and the pog she drinks.
Round and soft and tropical, juicy, delcious ambassador of paradise. When ripe its hard to rival your golden majesty a pure beauty of the tropics, from east to west its universally loved.
What are the chances that it would be a word that I could relate to my ex-girlfriend? Usually I’d tell myself I’m just trying to make connections, but this word was quite easily connected, and specifically to her.
fresh.
yellow.
Sweet.
like the sunset in Bora five years ago.
You don’t thin about much when you’re 11.
Well, maybe you do, but you don’t think you do.
I like mine just a little less than ripe. Not really green, but not fully sweet. In my opinion a mango is best when it’s sweetness is tempered with touch of tang.
Mangos are delicious. They are yellow and sweet, like your heart. They smell beautifully once you open them, like your hair. They are very very refreshing, just like your presence. They can turn your day into an amazing one!
I love mangoes – and the best I ever tasted were eaten in the Serengeti game reserve, chopped out by machetes by our guides. Juice dripping down my chin, – so wonderfully sweet. Somehow they don’t taste the same at home.
mango commonly known as a fruit but it is also the name of a clothing store that my auntie frequents. Wouldnt it be funny if the mago shop actually sold clothes for mangos. Hmm. the tropical fruit clothing store, exotic luxuries for fruity goodness.
I sat there, staring at that large, orange, green fruit. I had the knife in my hand, and a paper towel lined the table before me. But for some reason, I could not do it. I could not cut open that mango. Perhaps it was my own self-confidence. But I could not face the mango.
Mangoes once caused me major discomfort- working in the wilderness of Australia on the largest Mango farm in the southern hemisphere, I learned much about mango’s and the art of jumping pick-up trucks… however, it was not an unfortunate landing that bought about the irritation, oh no, Mango’s are a nasty, vicious fruit- if the stalks are cut to close to the fruit, they spray a caustic sap, which can cause a nasty rash, or even blind you- normally they are destalked in the factory, in a soap solution which neutralizes the sap.
For reasons which still remain a mystery, I got mango rash on my balls.
mango is a very interesting exotic friut. it is very sweet, with orange insides and a big put inside. it is very fibre-ish, so it’s difficult to chew, but it’s very tasty, so there are many mango-flavoured things around.
fruit. beaches. ive never had a mango but it reminds me of home..
Florida is home.
i miss Florida.
the beaches, which i hated till i didnt have them anymore.
i miss friends
family
the salt smelling air.
all of it.
it was all just…
perfect…
juicy yellow fleshy always reminds me of countries like indonesia where you can eat as many as you want and they cost nothing.. or thailand.. i wasA LWAYS ordering mango juices there.. something so fresh, so tropical about them..i love that colour.. such a passionate colour you can’t not feel with a colour like that! so fiery and thick, so deep, so real..
That large mango was delicious, sweeter than any mango I’ve ever had. It was the feeling of home sweet home, although it wasn’t even my home. I’ve made someone else’s home my home, and it gave me more warmth than I can ever feel in my own little apartment. How could I not be addicted to this household?
Okay, so mangos. I don’t really like them but they look SO FUDGING TASTY.
My dad used to make these mango hedgehog things for my brother, they liked epic :3.
Maybe I should try them, they’d be pretty cool I guess :D
Wow.
This is the first word I got on here.
is a passionate fruit. Not jest delicious it is sensual and so nice and smooth. Some might be arroused to what this fruit stands for. The colors of this fruit are so inspiring. It has red, yellow and green spots.
the sweet juice of the mango slid down and nestled itself in the cleft of his chin. his lips were pulled tight in a macabre smile as he slid the knife deep inside my chest. I could feel the cold steel sliding in between my ribs and stared into the reflection of my eyes in his. I watched the light go out in my own eyes as I felt my soul begin to slip.
The mango was a deep yellow, a yellow with a hint of orange in it. I could already taste the juice in my mouth simply by gazing at it. Oh, the sweet bitterness it filled my heart with, as I realized that I could not buy a mango with my current money. No, I may never live to eat the mango again. Such color! Such texture! should I miss… Dare I say that I would die rather than never eat a mango again? Should the God hear it, yes, I would.
Fruity, juice fruit. Delicously nutrious. Great for your healthy usually transported from Mexico. where delicous fruit is made on trees.
delcious bang on the roof hard as a brick shattering red tile roof and awakenaing the slumbering warriors as the hard dense fruit which softens in a plate in BiBi’s kitchen and is sliced perfectly, opened and offered to Suhu as he sits silently in the cool dark awaiting afternoon visitiors
Memories of a mango may lead to my own self realization that I am no longer in my youth. I am no longer a child, but a make believe adult. Mangos smell like the summer in Michigan, spending days at the pool, riding bikes and climbing trees. Finishing off the day with some mango lotion applied to my darkened tan.
i’m allergic to mangos and fuck that they taste delicious but they make my mouth all itchy
my girlfriend bought me this really cool mango on a stick in brooklyn once and it was a great memory and it was super happy but while we were in the aquarium i thought about how she was definitely going to break up with me soon and then that day would suck forever and it turns out now it did
fuck this pissed me off thanks i’m going to take 4 klonopin
that thick skin seems so impenetrable yet my teeth take action and rip it apart, exposing such wonderful ambrosia beneath. Nothing quite compares to being a zombie and a mango representing a human skull.
I can do with it A really awesome fresh juice and i love eating it a lot
Mango! Sticky rice and mango! One of the most delicious dishes in Thai food. A sweet dessert, if you haven’t tried it, you simply HAVE to. Your life will not be complete if you don’t. A culinary masterpiece… sweet, sticky rice and soft, juicy mango with a slightly salty yet delectable coconut sauce on top. In Thai, it’s called kau neaw mamuwung. It’s delicious, trust me.
Mango juice, my favorite! Good for the skin… very good for the skin! I’ve discovered its benefits almost a year ago. Love it. Try it.
mango.. a sweet seasonal fruit, yellow coloured, reminds me of happiness
mango, fruit of happiness, spreads smile with its colour, similar aura created by by sun, bright day, beginning of new things, new day new start.
He left the kitchen and went into the backyard. There, in the corner, was the struggling mango tree he had planted with her. It was much too cold to grow there, but they wanted a litte piece of the tropics anyway. It was the beginning of their paradise.
orange and tasty fruit i love mangos daddy salted knife cuts through it eat the skin magos remind me of good things I love magos mmmmm fruit fruit fruit healthy thang ornage? no it’s green silly i like fruits
Who eats mangos? They’re funny looking, do you eat the skin or that weird stuff inside? When are they ripe? When they’re really mooshy are they ripe or overripe? Apples are good, so are oranges, grapes, peaches, plums. Good fruits.
Mango. Mango. Makes me think of tango. Fancy dance? Tasty drink!
Bright bright word. Makes you think. Oh, the mango, I think I’ve only eaten one before.
I don’t remember if I even liked it. They look cool. And happy. Hee hee.
Mango.
In Maui, I had the best mango dressing. The flavors exploded into my mouth causing me to wonder why mango’s are not more widely available. Crunching into the salad, the flavor of the mango was at the same time subtle but enchanting. The sweetness mixed with vinegar made for a blissful combination.
I’ve always liked mango juice. It’s so delicately delicious and it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. So one day, I decided that I would try eating a mango, and it would be DOUBLE the warmth and tingles. Boy, was I dead wrong. It’s not. It was disgusting. I hated it. How could something so revolting produce such good juice? I guess I’ll never know. Just keep enjoying mango juice but never mangos.
Yesterday, I ate a mango. My mother was making smoothies in her Jack LaLaine juicer and she tried to put a rather large slice of the exotic fruit into the machine, and it caught fire. The blade that rotates inside the jusicer was smoking, and the fruit was charred. She decided not to try with the rest of it and gave it to me to eat instead. It was tart, and had a crisp taste, but the skin was tough to break when I needed to get to it.
Her skin was the color of mango. I never found out her name, doubted if I would have been able to pronounce it anyway. She signaled the beginning of the end for us, and I never knew it till she was gone. She killed four of my men, and ran away with my favorite pistol. I’ll kill the bitch the next time I see her.
The sweet smell of mangoes reminded her of the beach. The warm feeling of feet buried in sand, the curve of salty hair drying. The sun setting over the water, reflecting off the crest of the waves, and the warm glow of colours spreading across the sky.
Breasts the size of mangos.
Really?
Yes. And just as fruity tasting.
You’re a dog!
A happy dog.
Hah! When can I meet her?
You can’t.
I’d rather not write about mangoes. I’m not particularly fond of them. I find their texture mushy and mealy, and their taste leaves something to be desired. They also remind me of my grandmother, and the pog she drinks.
Round and soft and tropical, juicy, delcious ambassador of paradise. When ripe its hard to rival your golden majesty a pure beauty of the tropics, from east to west its universally loved.
What are the chances that it would be a word that I could relate to my ex-girlfriend? Usually I’d tell myself I’m just trying to make connections, but this word was quite easily connected, and specifically to her.
fruit yum orange juicy tropical pineapple palm tree fruity tasty yes!!
fresh.
yellow.
Sweet.
like the sunset in Bora five years ago.
You don’t thin about much when you’re 11.
Well, maybe you do, but you don’t think you do.
I like mine just a little less than ripe. Not really green, but not fully sweet. In my opinion a mango is best when it’s sweetness is tempered with touch of tang.
Something particularly hard, and rather pointy, fell on my head. Momentarily blinded by pain, I looked around for what it was.
A mango. From the tree above. Ridiculous. Doesn’t this kind of thing happen in only cartoons and such?
To think I’ve been victimized by such a bizarre attack from nature itself. How lucky I must be.
Mangos are delicious. They are yellow and sweet, like your heart. They smell beautifully once you open them, like your hair. They are very very refreshing, just like your presence. They can turn your day into an amazing one!
I love mangoes – and the best I ever tasted were eaten in the Serengeti game reserve, chopped out by machetes by our guides. Juice dripping down my chin, – so wonderfully sweet. Somehow they don’t taste the same at home.
mango commonly known as a fruit but it is also the name of a clothing store that my auntie frequents. Wouldnt it be funny if the mago shop actually sold clothes for mangos. Hmm. the tropical fruit clothing store, exotic luxuries for fruity goodness.
I sat there, staring at that large, orange, green fruit. I had the knife in my hand, and a paper towel lined the table before me. But for some reason, I could not do it. I could not cut open that mango. Perhaps it was my own self-confidence. But I could not face the mango.
Mangoes once caused me major discomfort- working in the wilderness of Australia on the largest Mango farm in the southern hemisphere, I learned much about mango’s and the art of jumping pick-up trucks… however, it was not an unfortunate landing that bought about the irritation, oh no, Mango’s are a nasty, vicious fruit- if the stalks are cut to close to the fruit, they spray a caustic sap, which can cause a nasty rash, or even blind you- normally they are destalked in the factory, in a soap solution which neutralizes the sap.
For reasons which still remain a mystery, I got mango rash on my balls.
NON-FICTION
mango is a very interesting exotic friut. it is very sweet, with orange insides and a big put inside. it is very fibre-ish, so it’s difficult to chew, but it’s very tasty, so there are many mango-flavoured things around.
fruit. beaches. ive never had a mango but it reminds me of home..
Florida is home.
i miss Florida.
the beaches, which i hated till i didnt have them anymore.
i miss friends
family
the salt smelling air.
all of it.
it was all just…
perfect…
juicy yellow fleshy always reminds me of countries like indonesia where you can eat as many as you want and they cost nothing.. or thailand.. i wasA LWAYS ordering mango juices there.. something so fresh, so tropical about them..i love that colour.. such a passionate colour you can’t not feel with a colour like that! so fiery and thick, so deep, so real..
A rubbery yellow fruit. It tastes great in a smoothie with pineapple, pineapple juice and kiwis. Try it some time :)
That large mango was delicious, sweeter than any mango I’ve ever had. It was the feeling of home sweet home, although it wasn’t even my home. I’ve made someone else’s home my home, and it gave me more warmth than I can ever feel in my own little apartment. How could I not be addicted to this household?
Okay, so mangos. I don’t really like them but they look SO FUDGING TASTY.
My dad used to make these mango hedgehog things for my brother, they liked epic :3.
Maybe I should try them, they’d be pretty cool I guess :D
Wow.
This is the first word I got on here.