Women are like apples. The best ones are still on the tree. Many men don't want to climb up for the good ones because they're afraid they might fall and get hurt. Instead, they just grab the rotten apples from the ground because they're easy to pick up. The apples on the tree think something must be wrong with them, when, in reality, they're amazing and delicious. They just have to be patient and hope a brave man comes along - one who is willing to climb the tree.
Now Men . . . Good men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
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