Upon seeing a commercial for Sarah Jessica Parker’s new perfume while The Fiancé and I were watching The Elliot Show (sometimes referred to as American Idol).
“Mmm, that’s what I wear.”
“I bet that perfume made a lot of money thanks to Sex and the City.”
“SJP could take deuce, replicate it, put the cloned turds into teeny boxes tied with a pretty pink ribbon and I would buy that shit. Literally.”
“Yeah, you would. It’d be called ‘Sex and the Shitty’…”
“…by Sarah Jessica Pooper.”