Sex And The City Review

Yes, I admit it. I went to Sex And The City yesterday afternoon. Big deal. Wanna fight about it? Having the opportunity to date someone who had every episode of Sex And The City on DVD, and who also didn't have cable and took a ridiculously long time to get ready when we went out, I've seen every single episode, so the logical next move was to watch the film and complete the circle of apparent femininity that I've blindly walked into.

Aside from having a running time of ten years, the film wasn't that bad. I can summarize the entire film in one sentence. Carrie still hates technology, Charlotte is prim and proper, Samantha is a struggling nymphomaniac, and Miranda is a raging bitch. That's the whole movie. Oh yeah, I think a wedding happened at some point, but I could be wrong.

Afterwards, we ate an early dinner and after a heated debate over who would win in a game of one-on-one basketball between any player from the WNBA and our friend Cory, we discussed the movie. Here are our final reviews...

J.B.: "It wasn't that bad."

Chris: "It was okay."

Carey: "It was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I never wanted it to end. My life is now complete after watching this movie, and I can die a happy woman."

Funnies

I found two funny things on the Internet today (to read a very interesting history of the World Wide Web, click here).

1. Hilarious graphs and charts
JB, I know you been reading this for years, but a lot of people are unaware. By posting it on this blog, 3-5 people will now know about it.

2. Maury Povich has quitely overtaken Jerry Springer in the fight for daytime comedy talk shows. Witness the following two clips. In the battle for top comedy scene, I have to vote for #2. "The baby don't have my gift of gab." He said that. Plus, nice hair.




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As DW would say, Pure Class lad!