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From: godsspeciallamb@gmail.com
Dear, "Walker": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES ( ) NO:
>"Wavy G" wrote in message
>news:o1fvr3dmuetuon9otlb0osh19hu8gd7gbn@4ax.com...
>> 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.
>>
>
>Hi, Wavy. I won't be mad if you dream about me and talk like me in your
>dream.
Thanks, Henry. You made my fucking day.
PS: this was going to be my "running line" with you, but as it turns
out, I haven't had another opportunity to use it since its first use,
three years ago. So, see you in another three years, I guess.
--
Mimus hasn't written anything funny about me lately.
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