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   Message 30,208 of 31,131   
   Bertie the Bunyip to All   
   Re: My Dream! Mr. T and Me!!!   
   22 Feb 08 20:08:43   
   
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   XPost: alt.usenet.kooks, rec.aviation.military, alt.tv.sopranos   
   XPost: alt.punk   
   From: AA@AA.AA   
      
   "Mr.Smartypants"  wrote in news:e12d54e6-cf62-4f46-   
   b0cf-6432a232683b@s37g2000prg.googlegroups.com:   
      
   > On Feb 21, 10:57 pm, Wavy G  wrote:   
   >> Guess what?  (Well, you probably already know from the subject line,   
   but   
   >   
   >> anyway...)  Last night, I had a dream I met Mr. T!  It was great!  W   
   > ell,   
   >> it started out great.  Then it kind of downgraded from there.  He was   
   >> over at my parents' house, (for some reason), and I went over there   
   and   
   >> saw him out in the garage working on his van.  I was like, "Hey, Mr.   
   T!   
   >> I was your biggest fan when I was a kid!"  And I ran up and gave him   
   a   
   >> big hug, and I was like "Do you wanna hang out today?"   
   >>   
   >> He said, "Mr. T loves his fans!"  So and but we ended up hanging out   
   >> together.  What a dream come true for me (well, not really; as it   
   turns   
   >> out, it was actually a dream all along).   
   >>   
   >> So we were hanging out, Mr. T and me, and I was trying to show him   
   how   
   >> much I loved him, so I kept quoting old lines from "The A-Team," so   
   he   
   >> would know I was for real.  Mr. T was impressed.  He was like, "Most   
   >> people don't even know those lines!"     
   >>   
   >> I said, "Yeah, I bet everybody probably says 'I pity the fool' all   
   the   
   >> time, right?"     
   >>   
   >> He was like, "YEAH, everybody says that.  I get real tired of that   
   >> line!"  (Imagine Mr. T yelling everything he says, 'cause that's what   
   it   
   >   
   >> was like.)   
   >>   
   >> And I was like, "Yeah, most people probably wouldn't even know that   
   line   
   >> isn't even from 'The A-Team."   
   >>   
   >> He said, "Yeah, that was from 'Rocky III'!"     
   >>   
   >> I said, "Yeah!  'Rocky III'!"  It was great.  We were really connect   
   > ing,   
   >> Mr. T. and me.   
   >>   
   >> Well apparently, the whole time he was hanging out with me, Mr. T   
   must   
   >> have thought I was a kid.  Because at won point, he found out I was   
   an   
   >> adult, and he got kind of peeved at me and said, "I thought you said   
   you   
   >> was a kid!"     
   >>   
   >> I was kind of taken aback.  I said, "No, I said I was your biggest   
   fan   
   >> when I was a kid.  I'm not a kid anymore.  I'm a 30 year old man."   
   Aft   
   > er   
   >> that, his whole attitude towards me changed.  He only seemed to like   
   me   
   >> when he thought I was a kid.  (Why did he think I was a kid, anyway?)   
   >>   
   >> I said, "I thought you loved your fans."   
   >>   
   >> He said, "Mr. T got no time for grown men!  Mr. T. loves his little   
   >> brothers and sisters, not some 30 year old man!"  (Apparently this   
   took   
   >> place a year ago, because I am actually 31.)     
   >>   
   >> After a while, I think I really started getting on his nerves, 'cause   
   I   
   >> kept on quoting "A-Team" lines, like, "We're takin' the job,   
   Hannibal!"   
   >> and "I ain't gettin' on no plane!"  It was really funny (at least, I   
   >> thought it was funny), but he started getting really mad at me.     
   >>   
   >> I guess in my dreamlike state, I must've thought that in Mr. T's   
   life,   
   >> there must always be that somebody acting "zany" to offset his gruff   
   >> demeanor, and to be his comic foil--à la, the "Murdock" to his   
   "B.A." So   
   >   
   >> I really thought I was doing the right thing here, people.   
   >>   
   >> Anyway, he was busy trying to work on his van, and I just kept   
   talking   
   >> like him, and I could tell his blood pressure was really rising.   
    Then I   
   >   
   >> said won of my favourite lines: "You got a choice, Jack.  You either   
   >> talk...Or you HURT!" and he totally flipped out and started yelling   
   at   
   >> me!     
   >>   
   >> He said, "I'm gettin' tired of you talkin' like me, fool!  Cut it   
   out,   
   >> or I'll knock you out!"   
   >>   
   >> So I said, "No, you cut it out!  Or I'll knock YOU out!"     
   >>   
   >> And he was like "QUIT MOCKIN' ME, SUCKA!"   
   >>   
   >> So I said, "NO, YOU QUIT MOCKIN' ME, SUCKA!"   
   >>   
   >> And then he said "CUT IT OUT!  I'M THE REAL MR. T!"     
   >>   
   >> So I said, "NO, I'M THE REAL MR. T."     
   >>   
   >> And then he lost it.  He got up and chased after me with his tire   
   iron,   
   >> and that's when I woke up.  So anyway, sorry this story had no point.   
   >> Goodbye.   
   >>   
   >> Love,   
   >> Wavy G   
   >>   
   >> --   
   >   
   >   
   > It has as much point to it as anything posted by Dan or Bertie on   
   > RAM...........if that's any consolation.   
   >   
      
   Got milch?   
      
      
   Bertie   
   >   
   >   
      
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