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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:   
   >>>   
   >>>> 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!   
   >   
   >But, I could do some drugs and have a dream that you were having a lucid   
   >dream, too.  We wound sit and laugh and eat massive amounts of pizza and   
   >make fun of all the other people we knew were not having lucid dreams   
   >because we didn't want them to know, which we could do because since we were   
   >having a lucid dream, we could dream anything we wanted.  Oh, the fun it   
   >would be.   
      
   Yeah.  Well...I'll just be over by this stuff over here.  Nice talking   
   to you, though...   
   --   
   "If you don't get slapped, you're not doing it right."   
    --Tim Weaver gives me the best dating advice I've ever had.   
   (PS: Apologies to Mimus.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)