Let's see...You're either obsessed with your bed. (Not surprisng now that you can breath and sleep) Or having a few too many oysters. Tasty? Is it true what they say?

I would answer that if I knew what you were talking about ;)

Actually, it has to do with leaving the bar early last night right after a bunch of tequila shots mysteriously showed up in front of all the females. it was good tequila, but I'd already had a drink. I sipped it for a moment and then took off.

They say:

There's only one thing better than an oyster, and you don't put it on a cracker to eat.

This is the same sweet New Orleans-type teeshirt that a guy will wear, who also has such t-shirts as:

-Mustache Rides-
25c

They also say oysters will ramp up one's sex drive, reportedly because of the zinc.

Or because the experience of eating them is so sensuous.

Of course, mangoes aren't too bad in that category, either.

Oh yeeeeeeeeeesssssss.

Specially those extra juicy velvetly no-fiber slippery sweet smooth velvety kind that likes to grow over my back fence...

Imagine. I said all that without saying a thing!

Did we read you right?

No walks on the wild side, here. I'm just too, um, settled in my ways. And married. And so forth.

Likewise. But I sure enjoy thinking about my mangoes.

Recall, I said nothing. That's why I said nothing. I like mangoes. I don't own any t-shirts with slogans. I find myself thinking about k's fence...

I'll tell you a blog family secret, Darrell: Every summer, k sends Little Miss Attila a nice big box of those exquisite mangoes.

I'll ponder the million images that brings to mind. I'll get back to you next Tuesday...

I like eating a mango standing over a sink, since the juice gets everywhere: it runs down my arms to the elbows. It gets all over my face, and runs down my chin.

It can't be helped, I don't think.

I'm enjoying a cigarette now...

After four hours or so, I end up with a chapped face. Doctors in France need to work on a cure.

Um...chapped from eating too many mangoes? Or indulging in t-shirt supported activities?

Let's say mangoes, for everyone's safety.
It's better if I don't shave, but the "mangoes" don't think so, so it is quite the quandry. The curse of being born with sensitive skin...

Miss Attila! Perhaps we should let the poor man have some rest, so he can apply some soothing lotion?

There is no rest, k..So many mangoes! So little time. Maybe when they get that face transplant thing perfected, they will turn their attentions to mango chapping.

I would love to get you the descriptions you want concerning my mango techniques but I am not clever enough to describe all the details without someone getting the wrong idea. It all starts with the lips, though, and a gentle suckling action...

Did you know this one?: the two fleshy parts of the fruit that lay along the sides of the mango's large flat seed are called *cheeks.*

I'm not surprised, k. But you got me looking for other fun facts. The name 'mango' is derived from the Tamil word 'mangkay' or 'man-gay'. Seems a bit harsh, but OK. The "mango tree" plays a sacred role in India; it is a symbol of love and some believe that it can grant wishes. I've always found that to be the case. Or rather, my profound wish...When choosing a "mango", roundness and plumpness are said to be best. The self-heating/spontaneous combustion risk is rated at "no risk", but I seriously doubt that.