Mango’s remind me of everything good. They remind me of my favorite Jack Johnson song “Better Together” and all the memories that go along with it-all the irony related to everything I’ve done while listening to that song, and all the comfort it brings me when I hear it. Mangos remind me of my best friends
is sweet smells like grocery stores not quite exotic but different taste like magic seed is wayyy too big i like them on hot days on a stick sliced cubed served
I love mangos they are delicious. When I was Mexico they were my favorite part of the day every day. Its fun to say too. MAAAANNNNNNGGGOOO. MMMMM Mango. Go eat one!
It’s a mango! Oh Shit! Oh NOOO! Ashley loves mangos. She’ll eat it, no doubt. Red, green, blue. She’ll eat it, and like it too. They be cool like that. BUT I THINK THEY’RE GROSS. And evil. And Smelly. And Sticky. Phhsssshhha.
Golden, ripe, juicier than a fresh piece of gossip. Tropical and tangy like a wave of Hawaiian muggy heat. More refreshing than a cool drink vodka on a much too sober night.
I ate some dried mangoes a few days ago. For about two days or so. Maybe three. Probably two because I friggin’ love dried mangoes. And I kept thinking to myself, how many mangoes are these, really? Am I eating more than I probably should? Am I doing more damage than I would if I had seen the mangoes un-dried?
her lips tasted like it. they even looked like it. i could simply stare at them for hours until i thought i could taste them. one day, i would. i promised myself everytime i saw them and then one day she tasted mine
mango me this. mango me that. we’ll have a tango in the dark and finger the walls while sidestepping the next bus, rolling forward like a train, crashing like thoughts in the dark. heavy now, lost again.
mangos are tall and fluffy and they are the fruit of life they grow from bushels and they feed the golden mouths of aztecs and they spill across the planet and and kiss the universe with their sweet long fingers
Mango, eh? Well, to be completely honest, I hate mangoes. They taste off to me personally, I’m not sure why. On the other hand, I am an avowed fan of the Mango smoothie… And Mango Bubble-tea… Love it.
Pat and Milo swaggered into O’Malley’s and took two seats at the bar. “You know what I’d like?” Pat said. “I want a mango margarita!” “Are you kidding me? That’s a girl’s drink,” Milo snickered. Pat swung out one strong arm and lifted Milo off his feet. “You dufus. I am a girl.”
mango’s are my favorite fruit, they are sweet, and juicy, they are tropical, and and delicious, and mangoeee, and i will tango while eating a mango, because my name is rango. Lamo
they are my favorite fruit, they are orange, and tropical, and delicious, I love eating them, I just got dried mangos from my mom, they were great, i want to eat mango’s all day. Mango drinks are good.
I threw fruit at his head since he wasn’t paying attention. It was a great idea until he threw one back at me.
I dodge the counterattack.
And as he readied himself to throw another, I smiled. We’ll have this comedy sketch written by the end of the night or so help me I will pelt him with all the mangoes in this bowl. There’s really nothing like a good food fight to get the creative juices flowing.
fruit
people like, it tastes pretty good. I can’t compare it to anything more amazing. Reminds me of a beautiful woman, the shape is outstanding. I want to thank the finder of such an amazing food. So yummy. It tastes awesome, like nectar.
I haven’t had a mango for a long time. They are yummy. They strike me as a summery food. Maybe that is because it is tropical. The outside is multicolored.
mangos are my favorite fruit. i dont know how to tell when they are ripe though. me and my best friend used to buy mangos when we worked at the flea market with her mom and we would take them home and eat them. it was so refreshing. those were my favorite days, and sometimes i wish i could go back to those times.
I don’t think I have ever eaten a mango. Wait. This is a fruit right? I can’t think. I am getting sick. I know it. Anyway. I imagine it would be orange and round, like an orange. I can’t figure out what it would taste like though. I really want one now, or would that make me even more sick? I don’t know. I should buy one soon.
I’ve never had a mango before. It kind of represents the things in life that I’ve never experienced. Whether I wanted to or never had the chance, a long list of things out in the world waiting. I might have a mango tomorrow.
The mango was hanging lightly in the air almost untouched by the passing breeze, scathed only by a whimper of wind to make it jiggle so slightly; it’s yellowish tint a bright reflection of the mid-day sun. Oh, how i wanted that mango. How i wanted its juices and to conquer it whole.
Sweet fruit I’ve tasted, somewhat. Blended in amongst strawberries and bananas. I’m a city girl lost amongst new exotic flavors in my seven dollar smoothie. Unable to comprehend the process of this strange fruit grown in a different setting than I.
My Uncle Jerry likes the mango. I’m not sure why I remember this out of all things, but that’s the first that pops up in my mind. I bet it’s a tasty fruit and is probably sweet. I know that it has a orange-ish color and isn’t much smaller than an orange. It’s round and is probably somewhat soft. It smells sweet and I’m sure perfume does it not justice.
juicy juicy mangos…that’s what I think of. Some kind of character with an accent from some kind of movie using “mangos” to reference breasts. I’ve never had a mango. I’d probably like it. I like melon-type fruits. I do not like kiwi and many types of berry.
A fruit I’ve never tasted. Nor have I seen in real life. Have maybe tasted it in a smoothie but how can I tell, when it’s blended in with other fruits it seems bland enough to blend in. Strange and exotic fruit, only seen and used in many movies and video games.
The mango tastes sweet and juicy. Fresh off the tree. It reminded her of life and the way it was so complicated and so sweet. She wished she could be that mango. She wished she could be that sweet fruit. But, alas she could not. For she was a girl.
There’s two kind of mangos, I really dont like it that much, well it depends, I dont like it when its too cold, I do like it when its summer. When I worked in a frozen yogurt store, cutting mangos was the most difficult part of my day. I never got cut but I wasn’t far from doing it. Anyways, I loved eating them for free
Eddie Izzard’s “Dress to Kill” stand up when he is talking about the first time he ever had sex. He was so nervous the night of and fumbling all over. Then the next morning when they woke up he was carefree, making breakfast, singing, making freshly squeezed mango juice. The way he sings it makes me laugh every time.
It’s really good it makes yummy smoothies I like it with bananas. But I have never had it just by itself which is weird because everyone has had it before. Its really good when lotions have a smell that’s mango and something else like strawberries. One of these days I’m going to buy one and eat it plain just how you buy it. Even though my mom says it doesn’t taste thatgood, but it’s pretty and that’s what counts. It’s because of the little nut of green with the yellow and orange.
I have a friend who is so allergic to mangos she asks the waiters in Italian restaurants, any mango in the house. It seems unlikely but she must ask. People have asked dumber questions. People have not ask questions that need to be asked.
Thorn looked at Thade with curiosity. “A what?” Her brother laughed and wiggled his hands into a shape then another. “It was a fruit, it was sometimes shaped like this, but you could find them like this, they were red on the outside, but orangey-yellow on the inside and the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted!” Thorn lofted a brow. “You’re daft.”
Mango’s remind me of everything good. They remind me of my favorite Jack Johnson song “Better Together” and all the memories that go along with it-all the irony related to everything I’ve done while listening to that song, and all the comfort it brings me when I hear it. Mangos remind me of my best friends
is sweet smells like grocery stores not quite exotic but different taste like magic seed is wayyy too big i like them on hot days on a stick sliced cubed served
His lips tasted like ripe mangoes.
its a fruit. I like em. they are juicy and are pretty. they are not easy to cut, for me any ways. my kids like em. they are more popular than bananas.
I love mangos they are delicious. When I was Mexico they were my favorite part of the day every day. Its fun to say too. MAAAANNNNNNGGGOOO. MMMMM Mango. Go eat one!
It’s a mango! Oh Shit! Oh NOOO! Ashley loves mangos. She’ll eat it, no doubt. Red, green, blue. She’ll eat it, and like it too. They be cool like that. BUT I THINK THEY’RE GROSS. And evil. And Smelly. And Sticky. Phhsssshhha.
Golden, ripe, juicier than a fresh piece of gossip. Tropical and tangy like a wave of Hawaiian muggy heat. More refreshing than a cool drink vodka on a much too sober night.
I ate some dried mangoes a few days ago. For about two days or so. Maybe three. Probably two because I friggin’ love dried mangoes. And I kept thinking to myself, how many mangoes are these, really? Am I eating more than I probably should? Am I doing more damage than I would if I had seen the mangoes un-dried?
her lips tasted like it. they even looked like it. i could simply stare at them for hours until i thought i could taste them. one day, i would. i promised myself everytime i saw them and then one day she tasted mine
mango me this. mango me that. we’ll have a tango in the dark and finger the walls while sidestepping the next bus, rolling forward like a train, crashing like thoughts in the dark. heavy now, lost again.
red apple likes to eat my poopyface
mangos are tall and fluffy and they are the fruit of life they grow from bushels and they feed the golden mouths of aztecs and they spill across the planet and and kiss the universe with their sweet long fingers
Mango, eh? Well, to be completely honest, I hate mangoes. They taste off to me personally, I’m not sure why. On the other hand, I am an avowed fan of the Mango smoothie… And Mango Bubble-tea… Love it.
Pat and Milo swaggered into O’Malley’s and took two seats at the bar. “You know what I’d like?” Pat said. “I want a mango margarita!” “Are you kidding me? That’s a girl’s drink,” Milo snickered. Pat swung out one strong arm and lifted Milo off his feet. “You dufus. I am a girl.”
mango’s are my favorite fruit, they are sweet, and juicy, they are tropical, and and delicious, and mangoeee, and i will tango while eating a mango, because my name is rango. Lamo
they are my favorite fruit, they are orange, and tropical, and delicious, I love eating them, I just got dried mangos from my mom, they were great, i want to eat mango’s all day. Mango drinks are good.
i like my fruits a delectable orange. i like juicy juicy mangos. i don’t like girls with short blonde hair. i love moving mountains. i like mangos
It’s an intense experience – eating a mango. It has a sweetness which is at once fiery and golden. A soulful sweetness.
A fruit, orange and sweet very tropical and either sour and green or reddish yellow sweet and juicy.
I threw fruit at his head since he wasn’t paying attention. It was a great idea until he threw one back at me.
I dodge the counterattack.
And as he readied himself to throw another, I smiled. We’ll have this comedy sketch written by the end of the night or so help me I will pelt him with all the mangoes in this bowl. There’s really nothing like a good food fight to get the creative juices flowing.
fruit
people like, it tastes pretty good. I can’t compare it to anything more amazing. Reminds me of a beautiful woman, the shape is outstanding. I want to thank the finder of such an amazing food. So yummy. It tastes awesome, like nectar.
I haven’t had a mango for a long time. They are yummy. They strike me as a summery food. Maybe that is because it is tropical. The outside is multicolored.
mangos are my favorite fruit. i dont know how to tell when they are ripe though. me and my best friend used to buy mangos when we worked at the flea market with her mom and we would take them home and eat them. it was so refreshing. those were my favorite days, and sometimes i wish i could go back to those times.
I don’t think I have ever eaten a mango. Wait. This is a fruit right? I can’t think. I am getting sick. I know it. Anyway. I imagine it would be orange and round, like an orange. I can’t figure out what it would taste like though. I really want one now, or would that make me even more sick? I don’t know. I should buy one soon.
I’ve never had a mango before. It kind of represents the things in life that I’ve never experienced. Whether I wanted to or never had the chance, a long list of things out in the world waiting. I might have a mango tomorrow.
mango
tango
dance
feet
right
left
gone
alone
lost
found
god?
maybe
i don’t know
The mango was hanging lightly in the air almost untouched by the passing breeze, scathed only by a whimper of wind to make it jiggle so slightly; it’s yellowish tint a bright reflection of the mid-day sun. Oh, how i wanted that mango. How i wanted its juices and to conquer it whole.
Sweet fruit I’ve tasted, somewhat. Blended in amongst strawberries and bananas. I’m a city girl lost amongst new exotic flavors in my seven dollar smoothie. Unable to comprehend the process of this strange fruit grown in a different setting than I.
My Uncle Jerry likes the mango. I’m not sure why I remember this out of all things, but that’s the first that pops up in my mind. I bet it’s a tasty fruit and is probably sweet. I know that it has a orange-ish color and isn’t much smaller than an orange. It’s round and is probably somewhat soft. It smells sweet and I’m sure perfume does it not justice.
juicy juicy mangos…that’s what I think of. Some kind of character with an accent from some kind of movie using “mangos” to reference breasts. I’ve never had a mango. I’d probably like it. I like melon-type fruits. I do not like kiwi and many types of berry.
orange fruit tasty my uncle jerry exotic i like the spelling of it. relaxed. sweet. have never tried it. not sure what to think about it. yummy?
A fruit I’ve never tasted. Nor have I seen in real life. Have maybe tasted it in a smoothie but how can I tell, when it’s blended in with other fruits it seems bland enough to blend in. Strange and exotic fruit, only seen and used in many movies and video games.
The mango tastes sweet and juicy. Fresh off the tree. It reminded her of life and the way it was so complicated and so sweet. She wished she could be that mango. She wished she could be that sweet fruit. But, alas she could not. For she was a girl.
Orange
Sweet
Summer breeze
Through my hair
Juice running down my chin
Sand between my toes
Turquoise waters lapping up my toes
There’s two kind of mangos, I really dont like it that much, well it depends, I dont like it when its too cold, I do like it when its summer. When I worked in a frozen yogurt store, cutting mangos was the most difficult part of my day. I never got cut but I wasn’t far from doing it. Anyways, I loved eating them for free
Mangos are exceedingly delicious. They’re slightly spicy.
Eddie Izzard’s “Dress to Kill” stand up when he is talking about the first time he ever had sex. He was so nervous the night of and fumbling all over. Then the next morning when they woke up he was carefree, making breakfast, singing, making freshly squeezed mango juice. The way he sings it makes me laugh every time.
It’s really good it makes yummy smoothies I like it with bananas. But I have never had it just by itself which is weird because everyone has had it before. Its really good when lotions have a smell that’s mango and something else like strawberries. One of these days I’m going to buy one and eat it plain just how you buy it. Even though my mom says it doesn’t taste thatgood, but it’s pretty and that’s what counts. It’s because of the little nut of green with the yellow and orange.
I have a friend who is so allergic to mangos she asks the waiters in Italian restaurants, any mango in the house. It seems unlikely but she must ask. People have asked dumber questions. People have not ask questions that need to be asked.
Thorn looked at Thade with curiosity. “A what?” Her brother laughed and wiggled his hands into a shape then another. “It was a fruit, it was sometimes shaped like this, but you could find them like this, they were red on the outside, but orangey-yellow on the inside and the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted!” Thorn lofted a brow. “You’re daft.”