last week, me and the roomie went to moline and ate free pizza. and then we bought fruit. four pieces of fruit. two star fruit and two mangoes. (mangoes? mangos? i think its mangoes... wtf. anyway...) when i brought said bag of fruit in the house, there were only three pieces of fruit.
i thought maybe the gran massa was hungry for a mango. whatever. i don't care.
i mean, they did look pretty good.
and everybody wants the mango, even j.lo. check that shit out. wait, that's not the right mango.
so i asked him. and he's all, nope, i may be a fruit, but i didn't eat any.
that means that there's a lone mango rolling around somewhere in my car.
so now i'm a little concerned. pretty soon, this mango isn't going to smell very good. it's going to get all smooshy and soft and like melt in my car (kind of like m&m's, which don't melt in your hand, but melt in your car, isn't that how the saying goes? no? well piss...) and then i'm going to have fruit flies.
now i realize that i'm not an avid car washer/vacuumer/cleaner/accident-avoider (hehehe...), but i don't want a car full of fruit flies.
this is unacceptable, private pyle.
i'm thinking i should call that cop from two weeks ago and be like, you found my white hot tizzies cd and my mom's beer bottle - can you do me a favor and find my missing fruit?
no? such is the mango...