Why couldn’t you compare them? They’re both fruit.
I don’t know, man. They’re not even in the same ballpark. It’s a day-and-night difference. It would be like comparing cabbages and carrots.
But they’re both vegetables? This makes even less sense.
Very different vegetables though. It’d be like comparing wine and beer.
Vegetables don’t exist
One is a root, the other a flower.
Lil Dicky performed a song in which he sang “bitch, why can’t fruit be compared?”
My wife and I oft quote this to each other.
Do you fuck with the war?
Yo, the brain’s gotta poop!
Each type of fruit has different KPIs
it’s like dividing by zero. mathematically impossible.
You can compare anything, just list the similarities and differences
Theybare also both round shape, they grow from trees…
papyrus font is triggering
Not to worry. Comparing apples to mandarines is perfectly legal.
Finally! Someone else who isn’t afraid to be the best kind of correct.
If Shakespeare could compare people to summer days then I can compare one type of fruit to another.
Share your analysis.
left fruit is on the left and right fruit is on the right. ergo, something something butt stuff stundays
Fascinating…!?
no that’s not where we put the fasc
Oranges are superior to apples.
I hope you choke on an orange rind you asshole!
Anarchy
Based
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sob
hahaha Thank you! You reminded me of such masterpiece.
My friend Jules told me that, in France, the idiom is about comparing apples to pears.
And they call a quarter pounder with cheese a royale with cheese.
A royale with cheese? Why the fuck do they call it that?
They got the metric system over there.
I laughed way too hard at this, my wife thinks I’m crazy.
Das ist ja wie Äpfel mit Birnen vergleichen.
Very funny you old joke cookie
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snookered.
How are they?
Tasty.
It’s your funeral.
