Sex and the City

(Author's note: Yes, mine was the only penis in the room. But hey, Brandi has gone uncomplainingly along to midnight showings of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings movies, not to mention watching football, basketball, and/or baseball with me practically every night of our lives together. So going with her to see this was the least I could do. And to be honest, it wasn't the worst two and a half hours of my life - those probably came at some point during my bout with chicken pox a couple of years ago. The movie was surprisingly decent, actually. I probably would have worked Jennifer Hudson into it more if I had written it, but that's just me - she was the best part of the whole thing.)