Please visit my friend and MM 2012 BIS Judge, Bert and send him good thoughts.
He seems to have swallowed a tennis ball and is having emergency surgery.
Good luck, buddy. The Mango is pulling for you.
His blog is here.
OK, now, first thing you do is watch a little movie either here or below.
Did you watch it? Now you might think from that movie that The Mango does not like blueberries.
That could hardly be further from the truth, wherein which, my large and pendulous jowls make it very difficult to keep those slippery little fruits in my jaws of doom.
So while the DOH is busy making fun of me and acting all like I don't want the thing the truth was I wanted it really bad and I was so mad when she picked it up and fed it to that pointy snootered labradoink.
Look at him. Looks like some stupid baby bird all head thrown back and jaws agaping. EEP, EEP, EEP!
I was finally able to convince the labraloving witch that I, too, would like to partake if she could help me to situate it just so, so as not to lose it in my jowls.
Hmmm, under the tongue. Like fruit nitroglycerin, right? YUMMERS!
Speaking of blueberries and idiot humans, I went to take a gander at the Master's "blueberry patch" the other day.
Um, hello? Just fall off the apple cart or something? Seriously? Master, buddy, those are STICKS! You planted STICKS! Fool!
Guess I better keep my Stop and Shop card handy if I want any blueberries this summer.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!