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You came into my life just like a dream. You brought such happiness into my heart. I thought we would be one, but it would seem That we are doomed to spend this life apart.
The sight of you, the smile that touched my lips, The way you smell, my joy, the way you taste, The feel of you beneath my fingertips. These things are gone; my soul is laid to waste.
I watched you fall. I saw but could not aid, My hands too slow to implement my will. I cannot shake the sorrow you have made. My hunger for you I cannot fulfill.
Pastrami slice, from sandwich to the floor, Upon the tile you rest forever more.
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Fortunately, I'm not responsible for cleaning the floor at my local deli. And besides, I was just taking a bit of poetic license; they clean their floors regularly.
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George believes combining food, TV and sex would be the greatest of all pleasures. Eventually his girlfriend breaks up with him for sneaking eating a sandwich and trying to watch TV while they're doing it one night.
At the end of the episode he's in the kitchen with a woman that has been a part of Elaine's subplot for the show and she's making pastrami. He says, "Pastrami, eh?" looking very turned on.
She responds, just as turned on, "Yes. I find pastrami to be the most... sensual... of the salted, cured meats."
They then look longingly in each other's eyes just seconds before they attack each other in the kitchen, sinking down behind the counters in an embrace while grabbing bits of the pastrami. Suddenly, her hand pops up to turn on the kitchen TV and George makes the most contented sound he's ever made on Seinfeld.
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