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 they are easy to get.
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 person 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 to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
3 things you gotta say:
So, if a man is alone in a forest and he says something, is he still wrong?
Gays are the United Colours of Benetton stuck in the middle of the suburban strip mall - altogether too fabulous for their surroundings.
This ideology stems from Sappho in her poem, "The Sweet Red Apple". Mind you that Sappho was a lesbian.
"The sweet red apple reddens on a high branch, high upon highest, missed by the apple pickers: no, they didn't miss, so much as counldn't touch.
Herdsmen crush under their feet, a hyacinth in the mountains; on the ground purple blooms...
If you want to know what this makes a gay man... research Apollo and Hyacinth...
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