I Didn't Even Catch His Face

"Do you watch Sex and the City?" my rental car agent asked.

Seeing all of one episode, I said, "Oh yeah, sure."

She then proceeded to tell me that the guy at the counter who came after me was Mr. Big from Sex & the City. Chris, I don't remember his last name. And maybe it's spell Krys. I dunno. Phonetically, it's "Chris."

Anyway, I didn't even look at him. I noticed the bimbo girl with him who was pointing to the BMWs which you could rent for $150-300 / day. Oh yeah, the low end of that is how much I spend on food per month.

At least it wasn't John Corbett. I would have freaked. And knocked the bimbo girl (wife, girlfriend, hooker??) out the door.

Hopefully, tonight is as exciting.

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onewalrus on

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To my son's disdain, I have always called it "Sluts in the City". The three women illustrate conduct and behavior, and serve as role-models for young viewers to become exactly the kind of women any right-minded man would ignore or run from quickly. They're catty women who think with their genitals. This is the great result and benefit of womens liberation.

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redhat on

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ha, it's not my cup of tea either (one episode was my limit). But yeah.

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onewalrus on

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gotcha!

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cominguproses on

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Eww for bimbos.

You should have eaten her brains.

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*braaaains*

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redhat on

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Yes, but I thought at the time I should let them alone. If I had known who he was I would have gotten into a cat fight with her so the paparazzi would write about me in the morning.

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cominguproses on

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Ah, everyone needs their 15 moments of fame, eh?