That is a disgusting looking mango, but not a disgusting song! I think I’d like to listen to it while I walk down Hastings street chowing down on a mango.
I imagine some crack head mowing down on the mango in a ravenous set of bites while stumbling down Hastings and then coming to a clairvoyant realization that the thing to do is to gently set the mango down in a nook and just walk away, walk away and never look back.
Yeah, lots of teeth marks on there. I like to think it was someone that just didn’t care about eating the rest of it because they were aching to bite into the big greasy pepperoni stick that they also had with them and wanted to have room to eat all of it.
I am a rather large fan of the texture of the rock behind the mango. This picture is beautiful. I tried to take a beautiful picture the other day but it did not work out. I hope I remember to go back. I think the beginning of the song reminds me of U2 now I am not sure why because I don’t really enjoy U2 but I did enjoy this song. U2 were miles ahead of the texting craze, however. Bell done Wono.
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