Girls are like apples on trees.

If you plan on keeping them for some time, don’t forget to put them in the fridge. This will preserve them longer. If you leave them tied up in a plastic bag in the pantry you’re liable to forget about them until well after decomposition has set in.

Women are like human beings.

Men are like human beings.

Analogies are like feathers on a snake.

Gather up the ones, on the ground, fallen from the tree, and make yourselves a lovely wine.

I prefer oranges.

It’s really not fair to compare the two.

They’re more fun to eat when they’ve been thoroughly soaked in rum or brandy.

Girls are like apples on trees. Plentiful access at affordable rates makes Michigan a common tourist destination for day trips in the fall.

Filled with Mesoamerican divine powers?

I disagree because girls aren’t passive apples waiting for some guy to expend effort to come get them off the tree. I play by rules in which neither girls nor boys are apples and we all climb in the tree. Neither sex a universal commodity, nor a universal consumer.

The OP is about sour grapes, not apples.

Since this has ripened into more fun, less opinion, I’m going to put it in a bushel basket and haul it over to MPSIMS.

Ellen Cherry
A peach

A cherry is a peach?

I’m :confused:

Either one; she drupes to conquer.

I take my apples like I take my women.

Sauced.

So…they’re like Ents?

To quote from the noted spiritualist, Meher Baba.

So go climb on THAT for awhile!

I had to look up controlled atmosphere (bolding above added) to be sure I was remembering correctly. I was. In CA you add enough nitrogen gasto drive the oxygen level down to one or two percent.

Ouch. Two minutes in the bad joke box.

Oh, yes indeed. They’re pink and firm and juicy and delicious to eat and…
I’ll be in my bunk.

Julia Butterfly

They’re both the pits.