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I guess this is what I have to say. I like frosted plants and I'm different every day. I have my times and I have my smiles but all in all I am broken inside.
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the sniffing accountant
...written on 2005-08-13, @ 11:54 p.m.
Jerry: I'll call back, thank you. He went to South America!
Kramer: Yyyeeaaah!!
Elaine: So what?
Jerry: Who goes to South America?
Elaine: People go to South America.
Jerry: Yeah, and they come back with things taped to they're large intestine.
Elaine: So, because of a few bad apples you're gonna impugn an entire continent?
Jerry: Yes, I'm impugning a continent.
Kramer: Well, I say we're going to take our money right now!
*Newman enters*
Newman: Hey, hey...
Jerry: Hello Newman.
Newman: Hello Jerry. So, any news?
Kramer: Yeah, he skipped out and *ptruut* went to South America!
Newman: South America?! What kind of snow blower did you get us mixed up with?
Elaine: Ok, gentlemen. The fact remains you still have no proof. This is all speculation and hearsay.
Kramer: Wait, there is one way to find out. We set up a sting. You know like Abscam. Like Abscam Jerry.
Elaine: What are you gonna do? You gonna put on a phony beard and dress-up like Arab sheiks and sit around in some hotel room. I mean come on...
Jerry: Wait a second. Maybe there is someway we can tempt him and find out...
Newman: If we put our three heads together we should come up with something.