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It's so funny, it hurts...


Those of you who watch the U.S. version of The Office on NBC are probably rejoicing, singing and kissing your Dwight Schrute bobblehead dolls after watching Thursday's season finale when Jim finally asked Pam out, and Pam finally said yes. Woohoo! No more dimwitted Roy! No more bitchy Karen! We've waited three freaking seasons for this. I hope it all works out.

The big question marks are still out there for me. Especially after reading that last week, during a cast party at a bar in New York, actress Jenna Fischer (who plays Pam) FELL down a marble staircase and BROKE HER BACK. Not once. Not twice. She broke her damn back in FOUR PLACES. I'm all for slapstick comedy, Jenna, but perhaps that's taking your job a little too seriously.

Really though, in all seriousness, it's a wonder she didn't sever her spinal cord or worse (can it get worse than that??). Her publicist insists that she is NOT horribly wounded and will be back at work this summer, filming season four.

Somehow, they'll work this into the script. Another obstacle to the Jim/Pam relationship (or JAM as many fans refer to it)...the FULL BODY CAST. Good for some laughs. If it doesn't hurt too much to laugh.

Yowza. Get better soon, Jenna.

Comments

Brianne said…
So I haven't really been keeping up at all with The Office. Are Pam & Jim the new Ross & Rachel??

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