Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the
top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good
ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground
that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're
amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come
along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to
the top of the tree.
Now men...men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes,
and it's up the the women to stomp the shit out of them
until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner