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looks like they let the intern handle this one

My roommate and I have a saying. Whenever we're watching t.v. and something goes wrong with the program - like the sound goes out, or the show gets cut-off and another random shows begins mid-story (believe me, it's happened - enough times that we have a saying for it), we'll look at each other and say, "guess the network left the intern in charge."
So earlier this morning I got one of those annoying 'funny forwards', only this time, it was funny.
The premise of the email was mapping directions from New York to Paris.

All I'm gonna say next is Google has some mighty fine interns.

Scroll down to direction #23, if you will.

Comments

I've noticed quite a few shows having some technical glitches of late. Tuesday's night showing of "The Shield" had some moments where it looked like they had a bad DVD playing....
Anonymous said…
I have seen that google map before. That's hilarious.
Anonymous said…
I like these interns a lot more than the interns running OnDemand for Comcast...
Emily Gray said…
hutch - you just got yourself an 'amen!'

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