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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:ocj7s3pggs85ocvf0st08lftt4g4cja8qm@4ax.com...   
   >> Dear, "Walker": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES ( ) NO:   
   >>   
   >>>"Wavy G" wrote in message   
   >>>news:rho3s31gvip7oi893p1k5t8q2aor23v6cb@4ax.com...   
   >>>> Dear, "Walker": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES ( ) NO:   
   >>>>   
   >>>>>"Wavy G" wrote in message   
   >>>>>news:g5q1s3dg0fgctgu2ddtjsqgu71kuei356t@4ax.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.   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>>I'm sorry that nobody has been nice to you in three years. Do you miss   
   >>>>>my   
   >>>>>little gifts?   
   >>>>   
   >>>> How does won do that sarcastic thing where you say "nooooo" but really   
   >>>> mean "yes" on Usenet?   
   >>>   
   >>>Wavy, I know you loved the Star Wars action figures that I got you, but a   
   >>>lot could happened in 3 years. Have you outgrown the fun stuff that you   
   >>>used to like?   
   >>   
      
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