I was never convinced of Seinfeld's merit, always thought it was a bit cliche to have an obsessive love affair with it as I knew so many had. Then, with the help of the US Postal Service, all 9 Seasons miraculously fell into my life, and so my love affair with Kramer (and well, I guess the rest of them) began. That was October of last year. Now, it's October again, and I have come to the finale. As I send these laugh-boxes yet again across 17 states, I recall a few of my favorite moments:
-"Giddy up."
-Newman saying "Love is a crazy spice, a dizzying array of textures and moments."
-George eating while making love.
-Putty. All things Putty. Especially the fact that he doesn't read on airplanes.
-I can't lick envelopes anymore without thinking they'll kill me.
-Kramer moving into his shower, doing all everyday activities there.
-The Soup Nazi, who looks like Borat, and is hot.
-Man hands - "That's not a twist-off."
-And my ultimate favorite: Mr. Pitt, eating a Snickers bar with a knife and fork.
I get it now. I get it.
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