Pizza enough to fill the belly

pizza enough to fill the belly? well, if I were to start a pizza company
it would also give direct in-the-face advice for the little homes.
Instead of the readout telling only of the telephone number, there would
also be a background check and the dire straits of the household would be
on the screen so that divination would be easily forthcoming for the
occupants:

"clean up you pad for your guests. good call on the gift for mum -- she
knows you love her now that you finally gave her the Movado. the museum
watch, the love, the swiss movement and the battery that has to be changed
in 2000. clean the windows alone, do it and realize that everybody but you
has the style enough to collect all those matchbooks begotten at the
restaurants and arranged into line-dry art long the walls. then you will
be able to invite guests over to enjoy the Brazillian collection of
music, the Eddie murphy album, the vinyl, and enjoy the love affair you
devote to a happy depressive blonde. the blonde who lights up your
life.. the boy who performs the spear chucker dance as the music from
brazil which sounds more Indian or Thai than anything from a Portuguese-
speaking south American nation has the right to."

"my name is not noraa and I want to see you again soon; my name is not
noraa and I want to see you again soon; my name is not noraa and I want to
see you again soon. I divorce you; I divorce you; I divorce you. Three
strikes and you're out."