... that kills me so consistently?
My SEINFELD watching buddy and I both practically jump out of our chairs when Patrick Warbuton shows up. This week's "It feels like an Arby's night," the classic "8-Ball," "I'm not the one going to Hell," or Kramer's call to Puddy about installing the disposal -- "It's Kramer." "Yeah, I know." -- are moments that reduce me to absolute hysteria.
Is it the minimalism of it all, the total deadpan, or is it trying to detect any brain activity at all behind that stone face? I can't figure out why Puddy has become one of the highlights of my week in such a short time.
Whatever it is, I'll miss it once the show ends.
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