I like mangoes. They’re not all that tasty, but I jus like em. So back off.I only get to eat them when I’m here at my parents house in Texas though cuz I can’t cut them myself (so my mommy has to do it for me). And since I can’t cut them, when I eat them I just skin them and chew. Which is bad. Because mangoes have trace amounts of urishoil oil in them (the poison in poison oak & ivy) or something like that. And I didn’t know that. So last year when I discovered I like mangoes, I developed a clown mouth that was really annoying and lasted kindov awhile. Red, raw itchy rash around my lips. It was less fun than it sounds.
But back to the main point: If you wanna chill some time over a bowl of Mang, then call me up, cuz I’m down.
Mangoes are an odd fruit to eat. I remember years back this chick I met in Hawaii emailed me at some point when I announced I was going back next time and she said “eat a mango for me” and I was like “go to hell bitch”. I was partly offended cuz my Hawaiian fruit of choice is Papaya (though we had to break up after I discovered Mexican papayas), but also part cuz who the hell eats mangoes? Just plain mango? Eff off bitch.
Not anymore though. They’re good. I like em. And after seeing Geraldo Rivera talk about his new book called HIS PANIC (hispanic) about America’s alleged paranoia toward latino’s on O’Reilly last night, it makes me think of mango as Man Go.
Go where? Over my house for some mango munchin good timez that’s where.
Oh, beware though, cuz apparently they make you shit. But I’m immune to that stuff or something cuz my favorite snack at home is mixing macadamia nuts (also mild laxatives) and dried mangoes and my [rest of this sentence edited so I can end on a note that doesn’t switch the focus to how good mangoes are to how good my bowel movements are].
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