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Friday, April 18, 2008

Seatbelts!

Am I a total killjoy?

Check out this clip of fun, backstage interviewage from The Office:

Note the problem?

I'm pretty sure the gals are in the back of a limo (at least a towncar) heading South on the 405. Maybe north - but it looks like the Mullholland pass, either way.

Why isn't the pregnant lady wearing a seatbelt? Why aren't either of them.

And people give Brit sh*t.

Link posted by cd @ 18.4.08 ::

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11.04.08

City Of Falling Trees

what, like you have better ideas?

I'd love to hear them (seriously): christiana at phoblographer dot com

who's in charge here?

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