One night, my roommate came back from the vending machine to announce to me that there were two packages marked "Apple Ugly" blocking her way to the orange Hostess Cupcakes. We puzzled over why such a foodstuff would even exist.
Eventually we decided that we'd each buy an apple ugly and split the cupcakes. The uglies tasted weird and overly-processed, and neither of us could finish one. The cupcakes, on the other hand, were divine.
But honestly. Apple Ugly?! What is it?
Look at it. Look at that almost pitiable apple logo staring straight back at you, as if to ask, "Why do I exist?"
(Hell if I know.)
I promise the rest of the photos on here were taken outdoors.
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