Not only is Birthday Dog better at wearing hats, he can also keep his tongue in his mouth.

Not surprisingly, Sex and the City took the top spot at the box office (insert double entendre here) this week, doubling many early predictions with a $55.7 million domestic gross.  The fashion porn edged out Indiana Jones, which grossed $46 milion (even with a steep 54% Friday-Sunday drop), while the Strangers did better than expected at $20.7 million.

[Sex and the City's] performance sparked immediate talk of a new film franchise’s birth after the best-ever bow for a romantic comedy or an R-rated comedy of any sort.

Hey, uh, great job on the box office win and all?  But I think I speak for everyone when I say that this franchise is well past child-bearing age.  At this point, we don’t even want to think about what it had to do to conceive.  Eww, icky!