Seatbelts and Steakshakes!

Because some times I might be crazy enough to wear a seatbelt. Gasp. Where I come from, wearing a seat belt means you're a big pussy. I guess the rationale is that if you wear a sealbelt, you fear death which, I guess, makes you a pussy. But dying isn't the only thing that can happen in a car accident. I'd just like to avoid surviving one and performing the "Bohemian Rhapsody" on karaoke-night in a Stephen Hawking falsetto or having to sip Steak and Cheese subs through a straw for the rest of my life.