BUI YAH KAH

Does anyone go to Barton Creek Mall? Why would you, right? That place is filled with nothing but shit stores and people walking around who look like they haven't walked anywhere in years. Is it just me, or do you get stuck behind a family of six with their mega-stroller in slow motion, who all insist on walking side by side and not yielding to other patrons on the walkway? That shit makes me so violent.

I do love the creeps who work the kiosks selling phony ponies, perfume, and skin products. Fuck, I felt so bad for one dude for having such a shit job. I was walking past, he offered a "sensual scent", I made a very unsensual face back to him, then he murmured something under his breath about me. I thought I heard him say I was a cocksucker, I could be wrong. Either way, I kind of fell in love with him at that moment.

Then, I came across this gem of a store: BUI YAH KAH. No shit! I almost pissed myself when I read that, then immediately tackled the fashions.

I was in BUI YAH KAH snapping photos and looking at the clothes. For a second, I honestly thought one of those Mexi-Chola-Asians was going to knife me. It was worth every minute.

Ok, the thing about this get-up isn't the obvious hideous nature of it, the funny thing about this is there is no way a gal that small is wearing a shirt like that. You know a bitch pushing 250 is squeezing her lonja in some skinny jeans and looking at you like, "What?!" All you see is a large shadow from her massive belly button underneath her white tank top. I love when you can see the shape of large belly buttons, makes me hungry.

The saving grace of my trip to BUI YAH KAH was that some teenager who was with his mom (I think, they could've been husband and wife, who knows) kept walking around pulling down the clothes to check out the racks on the mannequins. Good boy. I tried to corner him to ask him to be a Hunk of the Week to no avail.

BUI YAH KAH