‘A mango!? How the hell did they hide the gun in a mango? Why don’t we check these things?!?’
With a quick wave of my hand and a sharp glare at the waiter, I opened the door and walked into the next room.
Chris
mango actually happens to be one of my most favorite fruits. Its pulpy, sweet-sour taste tastes like bliss on a hot summer afternoon. In particular i love mango juice. Mango shakes happen to be my favorites too. My grand-mom abstains herself from mango because she gave up eating mango a long time ago.
Anshul
a mango is a difficult fruit – under-ripe and it is hard and bitter. Over-ripe it is delicious but uttelry messy. Dried mango is the toughest and most difficult of fruits. I did a gig once with a lady named Jo Mango.
nancy
The way the sweet juice spills over my lips. The sweet and spiciness of this fruit, always reminding me of you, my little Mango. I miss the way you used to touch me, the way you used to look at me. My darling little Mango.
The Mango King, alongside his Guava Queen, lived happily in a castle with the Strawberry Princess and Avocado Prince. Together, they ruled their wonderful and happy fruit-world of feudalism. They were benevolent rulers, loved by all, including the lowly papaya serfs.
Despite their unpleasant smell and rotten taste, the papaya serfs, by the gracious order of the Mango King, were allowed to engage in the festivities of the kingdom’s fruit-salad gatherings hosted by the royal family. Time and time again, the papayas were left alone to rot, making the cleanup exceptionally tedious, and yet, the kind-hearted king would not repeal the order that permitted their attendance. He hoped that fruitsociety would one day accept them as equals as he worked toward political reform. As a result of his efforts, the other fruits in the kingdom even came to welcome them into their exclusive blender clubs, which sought to create tasteful and diverse smoothie environments. Here, even the unsavory papayas could dance and mingle among fruits of all ranks–the banana nobles, the pear lords, and everyfruit in between–and order sugar and milk and ice cream from the bars.
The Mango King and his Guava Queen worked tediously in their attempts to establish a more egalitarian fruit-nation and relinquish the dated system of feudalism that had been established by their predecessors; fruit rights for papayas was their first step. As the kindest and wisest fruits in the fruit-nation, however, they wished to maintain their power to rule, knowing that they would not abuse it, and that they would use it instead to create an ideal world in which all fruits could work alongside each other and share in the victories of their toil.
Their intentions were untainted by evil, and to begin to work toward their goal, they knew they faced the arduous task of dispelling all preconceived notions of inherent social differences among their fruit subjects. Of course, some tasted bitter and some tasted sweet, some were berries and some were pomes, some looked shiny and some looked dull. But these did not dictate the merit of their value as fruits, and these did not dictate the contributions that they could make. They all lived in the same kingdom under the rule of the Mango King and Guava Queen. They shared the same earth. They shared the same sky. And they shared the same kitchenshelf fruit-world.
“Perhaps you were segregated before,” began the Mango King in his address to the kingdom, “in the terrifying grocery stores from which you came! But here, here we seek to foster an environment of peace and equality! Here, we will work to show you that you are no less than other fruits! So, let us rid ourselves of our flawed way of thinking! Let us relinquish any thoughts of superiority so that we may work together to create our ideal kingdom, and let us transcend this cursed paradigm of feudalism and class differences! We must realize that we are all fruits together, and together we have the potential to thrive and see much greater advances! So let us end this era of oppression, let us see each other instead as brothers and sisters, recognizing that we are the same, setting aside our differences to create the greatest fruit-nation this world has seen!”
And all the fruits cheered, eager for their kingdom to thrive, knowing that with their cooperation under the rule of the strong Mango King, they could accomplish anything. So the fruits worked tediously for generations to end oppression and to clean their fruit-world of the horrors of the feudal system. And all the fruits were happy, and they thrived together as the Mango King had envisioned.
The end.
[Unfortunately for the fruits, the higher beings that ruled them ultimately dictated their fate and their position. Unbeknown to the Mango King and his fruitsociety, the higher being that governed this particular fruit kingdom happened to hate papayas, and so the fruits were right: there were inherent differences in their value as fruits, and papayas would remain the lowliest fruits in the eyes of the human. But at least they received some liberation among their fellow fruits. And they stood some chance; her lover approved of papayas. He was a much kinder higher being to his fruit-world than she was; she admired his love of all fruits. Perhaps, then, papayas couldn’t be all bad. Maybe she will soften up and give them a chance….]
(There’s a running joke about this between my best friend and I. Needless to say, I spent well over a minute completing the story.)
orange on the outside. red on the inside. tastey. sweet and tangy. I love mangos. Reminds me of a tropical place. Oh how i love warm weather. Hawaii is the place to be. Do mangos grow in hawaii? I wonder if they grow on trees? Weird…i wish I knew. I want a mango tree in my yard.
Jenae Kopf
fresh, sweet, fabulous. reminds me of summers pass. goes great with fresh tuna. mango.
Kimber
yellow. mango smoothies. tropical islands. papaya. yello, rough skin. soft juicy inside. sweet. island paradise. orange fruity smooth. mango orange smoothies. foriegn. hispanic. globs of deliciousness. i havent really eaten a mango whole before, but now i’m tempted to. school is almost over. i think i really will go to the store and buy a mango and cut it open and taste its real
erica
fruit, reminds me of that book which i know is vague because there are alot but it was a french man and i think its called “the orchird”.reminds me of water and just tropical island, smoothies, and beaches, also the boardwalk smoothies and fish many weird things.
Corwin Rhynes
I saw the word was mango, and it made me think of you, and I smiled. It makes me think of us in your kitchen, making pancakes, and how you insisted I try the pineapple, and now you want me to try the mango. You always get me to try stuff I’m afraid of. You force me to take leaps.
I split the fruit into the shape of my heart. Battered and bruised, it sank to the ground and she bent to pick it up, collecting the pieces in her hands. That meant everything to me as she did. Everything and then more, and it then warped into the shape of the moon to hang over the sky and our love forever.
its a fruit of some sort its pretty good to eat i love to eat mangos you got to peel them thoe unless you like the skin it will not kill you
luke090
sticky sweet smoking, buzzed and happy on the russian river. trash comes from the korbel winery up the river and litters its way out to the ocean. No one is doing anything about it. Good champagne.
angela
I delicious fruit which I once drew in studio art during my freshman year of high school. I used pastels and then made a stamp with my mango drawing on it in photoshop. I also enjoy eating mangos. They’re one of my favorite fruits.
Maya
i had this thought this morning and i am absolutely blown away that this word should appear to me right now. my life is to become a writer
there is something important and powerful with this idea.
i cannot believe this is happening right now. what does this mean? am i being watched?
pdan
Cavemen are supposed to be extinct, so I say “Mango chutney this mutherfucker” to the geico caveman as I blow his head of with a sawed off shotgun. And as for you, you little lizard, geckos are not native to England so what’s with the fake accent. I’m afraid I’m going to have to squeeze till your head pops off and your innards spurt out all over the place.
Dee
fruity, juicy, summer, mouth watering , orange, dirty hands, melting, pip london, fruit market, grandmother, picking the ripe one, peeling
anthea
I know nothing about mango. Outside of the Chris Kaatan SNL sketch. It’s tangy. It feels cool on your tongue. And I probably don’t eat enough of it.
sammy
really? mango again? Should have said “sweet”. Sweat is different, and not all that similar to a mango. Except for tropical climates that entail sweating while eating sweets. Maybe you know. After all.
jason
Orange, sliminess with a varigated green skin. This fruit is exotic, and reminds me of Jomar. When he came from the Philippians, he loved all tropical fruits, and we discovered, in sharing with him, that we did, too. Except mangos, yuck!
Catherine
mango is a fruit?! don’t really no what else to say about it. i don’t really like it if totally honest, don’t think it has much of a taste… but then again i haven’t really tried it that often… i wonder what it tastes like properly, i have tried it for a while. maybe it’s really good… i like pineapple more!
louise
salsa on chips. sweat but not sweat enough to override the peppers and spice. who likes mangos? who likes salsa? who knows. that is all there is. monkeys eat mangos. in trees. while screaming. and swinging. maybe monkeys like mangoes. who knows
jason
Biting into a mango is like sinking your teeth into an interesting textural paradise. The color is beautiful and the idea of a mango evokes a tropical, summery feeling. It’s a pleasant, funky fruit.
The most delicious fruit of all time, in my opinion at least. Found in beautiful tropical places, coming to a faraway place bringing its tropical flavors. Absolutely delicious I cannot begin to explain it.
N/A
Mango was a beautiful bird. But what people did not know about her, what that she was once a person. She was turned into a bird by a wicked witch. The witch wanting one thing from her. Her life.
Mango the Youtube song! A good fruit! I like Mangoes! Mangoes grow in trees! EVERYONE EAT MANGOES AND LIVE LONGER!!!! YAY FOR MANGOES! GOD CREATED THE MANGO. :O HOORAY!!!!
Madeline
I love mangoes. The word mango is delicious, just like the fruit. I could say mango a million times and not get sick of it. It evokes feelings of exotic heat. Only a mango’s juicy flesh could quench the thirst that comes from such heat. I think of my home state of Florida when I think of mangoes because I think of how many times mangoes have cooled me off in the Florida swamp-ness.
They are juicy… but the texture is really grainy. I like them much better than guava and prefer them over bananas as long as they are fresh. Mangoes provoke a tropical feeling though, so I enjoy them.
Molly
When i hear the word mango my mouth starts to water as i crave this wonderful fruit.
Stormy
yummy i love mango water ice in the summer it the best on a hot day or any day of the year i can eat it all day long
umom
A mango daquiari. That’s what I need. Maybe I can recapture the summer days — that feeling of sitting on the beach, salty breeze kissing my face. I feel I haven’t seen the sun in months.
The package refused to cooperate.
‘A mango!? How the hell did they hide the gun in a mango? Why don’t we check these things?!?’
With a quick wave of my hand and a sharp glare at the waiter, I opened the door and walked into the next room.
mango actually happens to be one of my most favorite fruits. Its pulpy, sweet-sour taste tastes like bliss on a hot summer afternoon. In particular i love mango juice. Mango shakes happen to be my favorites too. My grand-mom abstains herself from mango because she gave up eating mango a long time ago.
a mango is a difficult fruit – under-ripe and it is hard and bitter. Over-ripe it is delicious but uttelry messy. Dried mango is the toughest and most difficult of fruits. I did a gig once with a lady named Jo Mango.
The way the sweet juice spills over my lips. The sweet and spiciness of this fruit, always reminding me of you, my little Mango. I miss the way you used to touch me, the way you used to look at me. My darling little Mango.
The Mango King, alongside his Guava Queen, lived happily in a castle with the Strawberry Princess and Avocado Prince. Together, they ruled their wonderful and happy fruit-world of feudalism. They were benevolent rulers, loved by all, including the lowly papaya serfs.
Despite their unpleasant smell and rotten taste, the papaya serfs, by the gracious order of the Mango King, were allowed to engage in the festivities of the kingdom’s fruit-salad gatherings hosted by the royal family. Time and time again, the papayas were left alone to rot, making the cleanup exceptionally tedious, and yet, the kind-hearted king would not repeal the order that permitted their attendance. He hoped that fruitsociety would one day accept them as equals as he worked toward political reform. As a result of his efforts, the other fruits in the kingdom even came to welcome them into their exclusive blender clubs, which sought to create tasteful and diverse smoothie environments. Here, even the unsavory papayas could dance and mingle among fruits of all ranks–the banana nobles, the pear lords, and everyfruit in between–and order sugar and milk and ice cream from the bars.
The Mango King and his Guava Queen worked tediously in their attempts to establish a more egalitarian fruit-nation and relinquish the dated system of feudalism that had been established by their predecessors; fruit rights for papayas was their first step. As the kindest and wisest fruits in the fruit-nation, however, they wished to maintain their power to rule, knowing that they would not abuse it, and that they would use it instead to create an ideal world in which all fruits could work alongside each other and share in the victories of their toil.
Their intentions were untainted by evil, and to begin to work toward their goal, they knew they faced the arduous task of dispelling all preconceived notions of inherent social differences among their fruit subjects. Of course, some tasted bitter and some tasted sweet, some were berries and some were pomes, some looked shiny and some looked dull. But these did not dictate the merit of their value as fruits, and these did not dictate the contributions that they could make. They all lived in the same kingdom under the rule of the Mango King and Guava Queen. They shared the same earth. They shared the same sky. And they shared the same kitchenshelf fruit-world.
“Perhaps you were segregated before,” began the Mango King in his address to the kingdom, “in the terrifying grocery stores from which you came! But here, here we seek to foster an environment of peace and equality! Here, we will work to show you that you are no less than other fruits! So, let us rid ourselves of our flawed way of thinking! Let us relinquish any thoughts of superiority so that we may work together to create our ideal kingdom, and let us transcend this cursed paradigm of feudalism and class differences! We must realize that we are all fruits together, and together we have the potential to thrive and see much greater advances! So let us end this era of oppression, let us see each other instead as brothers and sisters, recognizing that we are the same, setting aside our differences to create the greatest fruit-nation this world has seen!”
And all the fruits cheered, eager for their kingdom to thrive, knowing that with their cooperation under the rule of the strong Mango King, they could accomplish anything. So the fruits worked tediously for generations to end oppression and to clean their fruit-world of the horrors of the feudal system. And all the fruits were happy, and they thrived together as the Mango King had envisioned.
The end.
[Unfortunately for the fruits, the higher beings that ruled them ultimately dictated their fate and their position. Unbeknown to the Mango King and his fruitsociety, the higher being that governed this particular fruit kingdom happened to hate papayas, and so the fruits were right: there were inherent differences in their value as fruits, and papayas would remain the lowliest fruits in the eyes of the human. But at least they received some liberation among their fellow fruits. And they stood some chance; her lover approved of papayas. He was a much kinder higher being to his fruit-world than she was; she admired his love of all fruits. Perhaps, then, papayas couldn’t be all bad. Maybe she will soften up and give them a chance….]
(There’s a running joke about this between my best friend and I. Needless to say, I spent well over a minute completing the story.)
orange on the outside. red on the inside. tastey. sweet and tangy. I love mangos. Reminds me of a tropical place. Oh how i love warm weather. Hawaii is the place to be. Do mangos grow in hawaii? I wonder if they grow on trees? Weird…i wish I knew. I want a mango tree in my yard.
fresh, sweet, fabulous. reminds me of summers pass. goes great with fresh tuna. mango.
yellow. mango smoothies. tropical islands. papaya. yello, rough skin. soft juicy inside. sweet. island paradise. orange fruity smooth. mango orange smoothies. foriegn. hispanic. globs of deliciousness. i havent really eaten a mango whole before, but now i’m tempted to. school is almost over. i think i really will go to the store and buy a mango and cut it open and taste its real
fruit, reminds me of that book which i know is vague because there are alot but it was a french man and i think its called “the orchird”.reminds me of water and just tropical island, smoothies, and beaches, also the boardwalk smoothies and fish many weird things.
I saw the word was mango, and it made me think of you, and I smiled. It makes me think of us in your kitchen, making pancakes, and how you insisted I try the pineapple, and now you want me to try the mango. You always get me to try stuff I’m afraid of. You force me to take leaps.
a Mango is a tasty thing, a mango is my favorite thing from drinking mango juice to biting the fruit itself a mango is a treat to eat.
The orange outer shell peels away as the thirst for the sweet thrives. The small spurt of juice tickles your senses, now alive.
Blah blah blah! i’m bored hey did the song say mango? mango mango mango mango! Hahahaha!
Mango r good fruits.
I like mangos. Their are good to eat. And they are heathy.
A mango is a type of fruit. People make juice out of it sometimes.
I split the fruit into the shape of my heart. Battered and bruised, it sank to the ground and she bent to pick it up, collecting the pieces in her hands. That meant everything to me as she did. Everything and then more, and it then warped into the shape of the moon to hang over the sky and our love forever.
yum fruit love fruit i can eat that all day i love mangos delishos
its a fruit of some sort its pretty good to eat i love to eat mangos you got to peel them thoe unless you like the skin it will not kill you
sticky sweet smoking, buzzed and happy on the russian river. trash comes from the korbel winery up the river and litters its way out to the ocean. No one is doing anything about it. Good champagne.
I delicious fruit which I once drew in studio art during my freshman year of high school. I used pastels and then made a stamp with my mango drawing on it in photoshop. I also enjoy eating mangos. They’re one of my favorite fruits.
i had this thought this morning and i am absolutely blown away that this word should appear to me right now. my life is to become a writer
there is something important and powerful with this idea.
i cannot believe this is happening right now. what does this mean? am i being watched?
Cavemen are supposed to be extinct, so I say “Mango chutney this mutherfucker” to the geico caveman as I blow his head of with a sawed off shotgun. And as for you, you little lizard, geckos are not native to England so what’s with the fake accent. I’m afraid I’m going to have to squeeze till your head pops off and your innards spurt out all over the place.
fruity, juicy, summer, mouth watering , orange, dirty hands, melting, pip london, fruit market, grandmother, picking the ripe one, peeling
I know nothing about mango. Outside of the Chris Kaatan SNL sketch. It’s tangy. It feels cool on your tongue. And I probably don’t eat enough of it.
really? mango again? Should have said “sweet”. Sweat is different, and not all that similar to a mango. Except for tropical climates that entail sweating while eating sweets. Maybe you know. After all.
Orange, sliminess with a varigated green skin. This fruit is exotic, and reminds me of Jomar. When he came from the Philippians, he loved all tropical fruits, and we discovered, in sharing with him, that we did, too. Except mangos, yuck!
mango is a fruit?! don’t really no what else to say about it. i don’t really like it if totally honest, don’t think it has much of a taste… but then again i haven’t really tried it that often… i wonder what it tastes like properly, i have tried it for a while. maybe it’s really good… i like pineapple more!
salsa on chips. sweat but not sweat enough to override the peppers and spice. who likes mangos? who likes salsa? who knows. that is all there is. monkeys eat mangos. in trees. while screaming. and swinging. maybe monkeys like mangoes. who knows
Biting into a mango is like sinking your teeth into an interesting textural paradise. The color is beautiful and the idea of a mango evokes a tropical, summery feeling. It’s a pleasant, funky fruit.
The most delicious fruit of all time, in my opinion at least. Found in beautiful tropical places, coming to a faraway place bringing its tropical flavors. Absolutely delicious I cannot begin to explain it.
Mango was a beautiful bird. But what people did not know about her, what that she was once a person. She was turned into a bird by a wicked witch. The witch wanting one thing from her. Her life.
Mango the Youtube song! A good fruit! I like Mangoes! Mangoes grow in trees! EVERYONE EAT MANGOES AND LIVE LONGER!!!! YAY FOR MANGOES! GOD CREATED THE MANGO. :O HOORAY!!!!
I love mangoes. The word mango is delicious, just like the fruit. I could say mango a million times and not get sick of it. It evokes feelings of exotic heat. Only a mango’s juicy flesh could quench the thirst that comes from such heat. I think of my home state of Florida when I think of mangoes because I think of how many times mangoes have cooled me off in the Florida swamp-ness.
They are juicy… but the texture is really grainy. I like them much better than guava and prefer them over bananas as long as they are fresh. Mangoes provoke a tropical feeling though, so I enjoy them.
When i hear the word mango my mouth starts to water as i crave this wonderful fruit.
yummy i love mango water ice in the summer it the best on a hot day or any day of the year i can eat it all day long
A mango daquiari. That’s what I need. Maybe I can recapture the summer days — that feeling of sitting on the beach, salty breeze kissing my face. I feel I haven’t seen the sun in months.