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   From: godsspeciallamb@gmail.com   
      
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   >"Wavy G"  wrote in message   
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   >> Dear, "Walker": Do you like me?  Please check a box ( ) YES  ( ) NO:   
   >>   
   >>>"Wavy G"  wrote in message   
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   >>>> 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?   
      
   Won thing I do not ever do is grow up.  Hell, all my favourite things in   
   life occurred between the ages of four and ten.  Well, except for   
   drinking beer.  That's my favourite thing, but it didn't happen until   
   much later.  If I could have drank beer while "Star Wars," "The A-Team,"   
   and "Masters of the Universe" were popular, I would have led a perfect   
   life.   
   --   
   "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   
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