Monday, September 17, 2007
THIS SPECIAL
One of my favourite treats is to have an impertinently soft plump over-ripe mango to sink my teeth into - and not solely to avail of its fabled aphrodisiac and life-enhancing properties. You know the taste and texture is so so sweet and good. This Sunday evening, after a few seconds of initial pointless reticence, I finally succumb to the temptation of going wolfman and wilfully plunge my stubbled snout into that yielding mango flesh, allowing the juices of that most fucking beautiful of fruits to stream all the way down and over. Delicious.
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Ahoo. Werewolves of slightly west of downtown Glasgow.
in a similar regard to double meanings, one should also be careful when phrasing an appreciation of the shakuhachi in japan. ;-)
bravo. i think that devouring a mango in all its messy glory is something everyone should experience. most people are much too prissy about eating...
there was a great commercial on american tv, back in the 90s.
two attractive enough people, in a pantry, with a brown bag of fruit ( i think it was peaches.)
they both start eating said fruit, with gleaming eyes and slurping noises, with great gusto, eyeing each other the while- as a sort of repartee.
ideally, mangos should be eaten while sitting in the sea, during summer.
( and here in australia, ive just hit the months to do this. may well die of delight!)
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