Buying a bathing suit in Cracow, that's what.
Cracola and I are visiting the healing mineral baths of Budapest this weekend. We've heard great things about them and hopefully they will help with what ails us.
You can either take the plunge in a bathing suit or in your birthday suit. Since Cracola and I are the fattest Babes in Poland, we can only assume that we are the fattest Babes in Hungary too and as not to offend the Hungarians with our huge jiggly cellulite, we need some coverage. Since I did not plan on having to take this excursion, I did not bring my bathing suit with me.
So we went to the mall. Not the Galeria Kazmirez but a different mall. The new mall, Zakopianka, sucked but it did have a KFC. The KFCs in Poland have this delish taco (yes, taco) that Cracola and I dream of at night because it was the only good thing we've eaten here. Mmmmm, Taco Quoro!
Anyways, did I say Zakopianka Mall sucked? I think I did. Anyways, despite its suckage, it did have a pretty decent bathing suit store. So Cracola and I went in. Now, all Polish women are twigs and the shop girl Magda was no exception. She had a smoking hot body.
Magda:Can I help?
Cracola: We need huge bathing suits. Massive. We are whales.
Cracola: Yes, big. Very, very big. Huge.
So Magada goes rooting through the bathing suit bins and extracts huge bikinis that will hold our fatness. At one point, she offered me a g-string bottom. Yeah right, Magda. Rub it in.