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   From: godsspeciallamb@gmail.com   
      
   Dear, "Tim Weaver": Do you like me?  Please check a box ( ) YES  ( ) NO:   
   >Wavy G wrote:   
   >   
   >> Dear, "Tim Weaver": Do you like me?  Please check a box ( ) YES  ( ) NO:   
   >>>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!  Well,   
   >>>> 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 connecting,   
   >>>> 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." After   
   >>>> 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.   
   >>>   
   >>>Such a letdown.  I was all excited reading this story and ~this~ is how it   
   >>>ends?!?  Sheesh...   
   >>   
   >> Sorry, dude.  I have no control over my subconscious.   
   >   
   >Try some weird drugs as an experiment.  Perhaps you can obtain lucid   
   >dreaming.  Speaking of which, I'd ~love~ to have a lucid dream.  Oh, the   
   >fun.   
      
   DON'T DO DRUGS!  DRUGS ARE FOR FOOLS!   
      
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   Mimus hasn't written anything funny about me lately.   
      
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