The other day my sister brought me some purple grapes that were sooooo juicy and sweet and really really good! She got them from somebody she works with, and wasn't sure what store they came from. So when I went to the store, I done something I never do! I started tasting grapes to see if the taste matched the ones she had. After three grocery stores, I was unsuccessful. But, it did remind me of this little story of how women are like apples and men are like grapes.
Women are like apples on a tree. 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 take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but are easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they are 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 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.
Now men....Men are like 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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