Piggyapple!!
I shall begin the story. One fine day, my boyfriend and I were walking about the Attias FleaMarket (a.k.a. the Dirtmall) with very little money... We wandered into one of the stores we usually wander into; a little toy/novelty/five-and-ten-esque place with lots of name-brand knockoffs; things like slippers, toothbrushes, children's toys, household tools, bungee cords, purses, rubik's cubes, little chinese notebooks with engrish phrases, statuettes, snowglobes, socks, scarves, dog toys, pens, and name keychains...
Of course you all know that I have a penchant for odd socks... so naturally I go straight for the Sock Bin. The socks there are always very, very odd. Some are normal, with solid colors or stripes- some have benign designs like beach balls, flowers, or the word "angel"... And then some of them have ludicrous, abnormal, incomprehensible designs- which can be quite funny. Once, I'd bought a two-pair-pack of socks as a little gift to my friend Lala: one pair had the aforementioned beach balls, and one had a weird design: orange maple leaves on a purple background, with a central design of what looked like a white moon with an orange pyjama hat and an orange banana peel. It was either a moon or a banana... we think. But it was funny, so I bought it for her.
That one day, though, I spied something even better than Banana Moon. I grabbed my boyfriend, pointing to this pair of socks, and exclaimed, "Look, it's a piggy-apple!"
And it was.
It was amazing. It made absolutely no sense. NONE. I marvelled before the Piggyapple's complete lack of purpose or logic. I wondered who'd thought to put a piggy's head, arms, and legs on an apple... on a sock.
Well, Brian thought the word "piggyapple" was hilarious... and actually, so did I. The two pack of socks, which came with a pair of teal and lime-green stripedey socks, was only a buck- so I bought it. How could I lose?
Anyway, we ended up hysterical over the Piggy-Apple ("we" being mostly me, with Brian laughing at my hysteria). I called my best friend Lala and left a cryptic message on her cell phone- "I have a piggyapple!" I even called my mom at home to tell her about it. "Mommy!!! I bought a piggyapple!" "A what?" "A piggy-apple?" "A what?" "A PIGGYAPPLE!" "What's a piggyapple?" "It's socks, mommy!" The conversation went something like that. Brian kept asking me to say "piggyapple" all day because he thought it was "cute"... I even started singing a song about it (right in public, too)... and it went like this.
The Ballad of Piggy Apple
Sung to the tune of "Rubber Ducky" from Sesame Street
Piggyapple, you're so fine
I'm so happy that you're mine
Piggyapple I'm awfully fond of you. (vo-vo-de-oh)
Piggyapple, you're the one
You make laundry lots of fun
Piggy apple you're my very best friend it's true.
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Piggyapple, oh what luck-
You only cost a buck!
Piggyapple I'm awfully fond of you!
And there we have it. All hail mighty Piggyapple!