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8:03 p.m. - 2002-11-06 I eat pizza from the corner almost ever night because I am too lazy to cook or shop or walk farther than the corner, and I still have the body of a mini Greek god. I wondered out loud if ol Brothers Pizza would like to pay me millions of dollars to be their spokesperson. “Look!” they could say, “this little fucker eats two slices a day! He swears it is what keeps him trim and fit!” The problem, my neighbor pointed out, is that they have nothing to pay me, and certainly not millions like subway pays that dude who chews like a jerk. A free pizza-pie maybe, but no millions. Fucked again, the story of my life. Except for where one Bean is concerned. I love that broad.
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