Mustached Americans enjoy football games, we like movies
about super heroes other than ourselves, we love beer, enjoy our John Daniels (when you know him as well as we know him, it's "John"),
and we like things like pick-up trucks and chainsaws.
What we don’t like, however, are things like the forthcoming
Sex
In The City film, and of course cats and Dave
Navarro.
But seriously, did they have to do a Sex In the City (CITC)
flick? We know that no guy in his right mind ever said to his wife, “Hey, I can’t
wait to see what Carrie does this week on Sex In The City!”
And it was painful
enough if we happened to be walking by the living room and the wife was
watching and said, “hey, honey, come cuddle with me and we’ll watch Sex In the
City!”
Argh! Who needs to endure such atrocities?
Peter
Griffin said it best, “They let Sarah
Jessica Parker on TV and she looks like a foot.”
Amen brother. Remember, this is the same gal that Maxim
Magazine named the “Unsexiest
Woman Alive.”
Let’s hope the movie does not gain any steam and therefore
we have to heard endless media drivel about it throughout the summer. That would
be, well, painful.