I like to think outside the box. When you’re inside the box, you don’t have to think.
::shakes fist:: Hey, you! 
So the apples need to make sure they only fall when there’s someone down there who will catch them. 
Serious question: Are apples at the top of the tree actually better? How much better? And can’t I just cut the tree down and take all the apples?
No so serious response If you have a story with an apple tree, traditionally the woman picks.
When you’re inside the box, you’re too busy to think. 
I have two apple trees in the back yard. And a wife in the house.
I’m not sure what that means.
If it helps, all our apples are small, wormy, and don’t taste very good, so we don’t bother picking any of them.
Well, orange you special!
Hey, take it to The Pit.
In my experience, the top tier women, if that is your parallel to the top of the tree apples, haven’t got the email that they are supposed to think that there is anything wrong with themselves.
To quote a comedian I saw on TV:
“Women are like square roots: if they’re under 13, just do 'em in your head!”
They’re not stalked any more?
See, this was Joseph Smith’s argument, that there is one man who is right for many women.
Who will think of all those poor girls at the very top of the tree, sitting out there in the cold rain, waiting for the one and only boy to come up to them. Some one who has no idea if they are in fact better than the others in the bottom or middle of the tree, but we digress from the point.
There’s so many girls up there and only one guy, so hundreds will remain unpeared to their pathetic deaths, half eaten by crows and robins and rotten now to the core, simply because they unquestioningly followed random glurge forwarded by unthinking robots whose blindly swallowed notion of morality is regurgitated from the mindless rantings of misogynistic celibate men centuries ago.
Girls, come down! It’s not too late!
Freudian slip?
Intentional, but bad pun.
Girls are like apples at the supermarket. The best ones are usually gone by the time you get there, so you can either settle for the dented ones or wait for the next batch to arrive.
If a girl is trying to get you to eat her seed, she’s not a girl.
Personally, I prefer women.
(Dude…“girls”? That right there should have been your first clue that this wasn’t written by real feminist friendly folk.)
WhyNot,
Apple Tart
Apples aren’t exactly like girls. If a cop pulls you over and you have an apple in the trunk, no problems but…
Things we learned watching Star Trek?
CMC
That reminds me of the theory mentioned in one of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books; that the most attractive women end up going out with jerks because men who aren’t jerks all assume she’ll consider them beneath her and don’t ask her out. Just replace “brave” with “socially oblivious or egotistical”.