You gotta believe

I eat, I sleep, I defecate, and I play. When I want attention, I just cry and they come right in and show me the love. I mumble a couple of words (really just sounds) and they act like I’ve invented the cure for malaria. Not a bad life when you think about it. The pizza will come. The pizza will come.

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