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   From: toot.pootin.go@ts.staog.nitoop.toot   
      
   In article <7nosr35dqmosbhoounaibt52us3v9kt61a@4ax.com>,    
   godsspeciallamb@gmail.com says...   
   > 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.   
   > Goodbye.   
   >    
   > Love,    
   > Wavy G    
   >    
   >    
   >    
      
      
   	so, you're saying mister t only likes boys?   
      
   	are you sure mister t didn't try to molest you   
   	20 years ago at an A-Team convention?   
      
      
      
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