It's safe to say that every woman in the country will be at the movies this weekend -- and you know what that means: fresh pickins! If you can't get a date amongst the sea of ladies in the "Sex and the City: The Movie" audience, there's no hope for you. Just don't use any of these terrible "Sex and the City" pick-up lines, or you'll be sipping cosmos at the bar alone all night. Check our ours and submit your own:
"I'm the Samantha of my group: a gay man trapped in a woman's body."
"I love Mr. Big, too. They kicked the ass of every other '80s hair metal band."
"Baby, our sweet lovin' will be just like this movie -- 20 minutes too long and filled with terrible puns."
"Do you wash your Manolos with Windex? 'Cause I can see myself in them."
"Is it hot in here, or am I going through menopause like Cynthia Nixon?"
"How 'bout we get outta here and go see that "Narnia" movie? I'll give you a tour of my magic wardrobe."
"You're fiercer than Jennifer Hudson in a Patricia Field outfit! (I think, I'm not exactly sure what that means.)"
"Did Meredith and McDreamy get together? Sorry, wrong chick thing I couldn't care less about."
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Sunday 01 June
By Karen
HA! Love it. How about something like, "Baby, I'm the original Mr. Big. Why? I'll show you later."
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Wednesday 04 June
By cc
8==D
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Friday 06 June
By v.k.jha
no dobt, bigger the better as in USA,
in Japan, small is beautiful, in India,
whatever can work is in demand.
Thursday 03 July
By MACK
Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy.. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt...and Mary staring at him from across the room.
She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'
Flynn said, 'Why you say such a thing?'
'Well,' Mary said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
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