My Dream! Mr. T and Me!!!

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--? 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


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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--? 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...

> Goodbye.

Indeed!
--
Tim Weaver

I know you believe you understand what you think I said,
but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not
what I meant.

 

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--? 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.

>
>> Goodbye.
>
>Indeed!

--
Mimus hasn't written anything funny about me lately.

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* godsspeciallamb@gmail.com *
* *
* *
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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--? 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.
--
Tim Weaver

I know you believe you understand what you think I said,
but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not
what I meant.

 

"Wavy G" <godsspeciallamb@gmail.com> 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--? 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.

 

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--? 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!

--
Mimus hasn't written anything funny about me lately.

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>"Wavy G" <godsspeciallamb@gmail.com> 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--? 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.

*****************************************
* *
* Wavy G *
* mail me at: *
* godsspeciallamb@gmail.com *
* *
* *
*****************************************

 

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--? 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.
--
Tim Weaver

I know you believe you understand what you think I said,
but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not
what I meant.

 

"Wavy G" <godsspeciallamb@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:g5q1s3dg0fgctgu2ddtjsqgu71kuei356t@4ax.com...
> Dear, "Walker": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES ( ) NO:
>
>>"Wavy G" <godsspeciallamb@gmail.com> 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--? 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?

 

Re: My Dream! Mr. T and Me!!!

On Feb 22, 12:57 am, Wavy G <godsspeciall...@gmail.com> 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--? 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
>
Well, I believe the reason Mr. T became angry when He realized you
were not a kid is because Mr. T is a good, wholesome man with an
unending and unyielding mission to spread His goodness and
wholesomeness among the population of the whorled. The easiest and
most impressionable "targets," of course, are children (He follows the
J.R. Reynolds mission statement.) Anyways, when He realized you were
not a minor and were in fact a 30 year old man whom has already been
indoctrinated with His message of goodness and wholesomeness (for you,
Wavy G, do, for all intents and purposes seem a good, and wholesome
person,) He rmerely became agitated that He had extended so much of
his crucial and rationed mission energy to you. Mr. T is aging, and
only has so much CandRME to spread among the ever evil-growing youth.
So don't feel bad, Wavy G. I'm sure it was for your protection and for
the salvation of others that He merely regressed into this unstable
condition.
My real worry stems from when He had to chase you with the tire
iron. How many children passed the line then, how many young, safe,
gentle children crossed the line into evilness and puberty during this
chase? How many were denied their salvation? How many were denied the
light, their pajama covered feet led to the rocky path of darkness,
the softly rustling pajama feet ripped off and replaced with Converse
and Van's shoes with red, blood-like "A"'s scratched on the toe-cup,
the heel, blatantly on the ankle, on this, this mental Bataan Death
March in the deepest level of the soul?
So maybe, the next time Mr. T is fixing His monolithic van at your
parents house, maybe next time just enjoy His presence, bathe in His
aura, and not speak, maybe next time just hand Him a socket or wrench,
and smile. You are helping to correct the world, and you will be
remembered.

--
Slipped Moebius
mhm28x9

 

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--? 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.)

 

Re: My Dream! Mr. T and Me!!!

Dear, "Slipped Moebius": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES (
) NO:

>On Feb 22, 12:57 am, Wavy G <godsspeciall...@gmail.com> 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--? 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
>>
>Well, I believe the reason Mr. T became angry when He realized you
>were not a kid is because Mr. T is a good, wholesome man with an
>unending and unyielding mission to spread His goodness and
>wholesomeness among the population of the whorled. The easiest and
>most impressionable "targets," of course, are children (He follows the
>J.R. Reynolds mission statement.) Anyways, when He realized you were
>not a minor and were in fact a 30 year old man whom has already been
>indoctrinated with His message of goodness and wholesomeness (for you,
>Wavy G, do, for all intents and purposes seem a good, and wholesome
>person,)

Yep. And it's all thanks to Mr. T. Well, him and Junk Yard Dog. Those
guys practically raised me.

>He rmerely became agitated that He had extended so much of
>his crucial and rationed mission energy to you. Mr. T is aging, and
>only has so much CandRME to spread among the ever evil-growing youth.
>So don't feel bad, Wavy G. I'm sure it was for your protection and for
>the salvation of others that He merely regressed into this unstable
>condition.
> My real worry stems from when He had to chase you with the tire
>iron. How many children passed the line then, how many young, safe,
>gentle children crossed the line into evilness and puberty during this
>chase? How many were denied their salvation? How many were denied the
>light, their pajama covered feet led to the rocky path of darkness,
>the softly rustling pajama feet ripped off and replaced with Converse
>and Van's shoes with red, blood-like "A"'s scratched on the toe-cup,
>the heel, blatantly on the ankle, on this, this mental Bataan Death
>March in the deepest level of the soul?

I would say it was the kids who opted to watch "Dynasty" over "The
A-Team," but I'm kind of biased in that area.

> So maybe, the next time Mr. T is fixing His monolithic van at your
>parents house, maybe next time just enjoy His presence, bathe in His
>aura, and not speak, maybe next time just hand Him a socket or wrench,
>and smile. You are helping to correct the world, and you will be
>remembered.

But Murdock and him were always fighting. It doesn't mean they don't
love each other 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.)

 

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:
>>>>
>>>>> 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--? 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...

We are dreaming this conversation. It's not over. I'm standing right next
to that stuff, too. Can't you see me?
--
Tim Weaver

I know you believe you understand what you think I said,
but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not
what I meant.

 

Dear, "Walker": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES ( ) NO:

>"Wavy G" <godsspeciallamb@gmail.com> wrote in message
>news:g5q1s3dg0fgctgu2ddtjsqgu71kuei356t@4ax.com...
>> Dear, "Walker": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES ( ) NO:
>>
>>>"Wavy G" <godsspeciallamb@gmail.com> 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--? 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?
--
"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.)

 

On Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:57:44 -0500, Wavy G <godsspeciallamb@gmail.com>
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--? 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

This is the greatest post I've ever read. It is the beginning and the
end of usenet.

There is no longer any point in me continuing to be here. I will be
plonking myself and leaving forever now.

Jade

 

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--? 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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Re: My Dream! Mr. T and Me!!!

On Feb 25, 8:54 am, go go goblin <toot.pootin...@ts.staog.nitoop.toot>
wrote:
> In article <7nosr35dqmosbhoounaibt52us3v9kt...@4ax.com>,
> godsspeciall...@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--? 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?
>
Pleae, there is no need to speak like that here. In fact, it disturbs
me to think that a simple, honest poast about a pure Being having a
connection to children would instantly ignite in you fantasies of
molestation. Did you ever stop to think about what you were thinking
about? Please stop poasting to this Froup. We are good, fun-loving
people here and have no room to accomodate your sinister needs. But,
be warned, for we are also a vengeful froup, and any insistence to
disturb our equilibrium with your unabashed and uncensored comments
shall rile our instincts, launch the flare of rally, and as we gather
all you will hear are the scrapings of our talons in unison, etched
into your cortex by simple, primal fear, far outside your thatch and
weed Maslow Pyramid, before your entrails are spilled among the
cobblestones that pave our street of peace.

Go, go, goblin, indeed.

--
Slipped Moebius
mhm28x9

 

Re: My Dream! Mr. T and Me!!!

Dear, "Slipped Moebius": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES (
) NO:

>On Feb 25, 8:54 am, go go goblin <toot.pootin...@ts.staog.nitoop.toot>
>wrote:
>> In article <7nosr35dqmosbhoounaibt52us3v9kt...@4ax.com>,
>> godsspeciall...@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--? 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?
>>
>Pleae, there is no need to speak like that here. In fact, it disturbs
>me to think that a simple, honest poast about a pure Being having a
>connection to children would instantly ignite in you fantasies of
>molestation. Did you ever stop to think about what you were thinking
>about? Please stop poasting to this Froup. We are good, fun-loving
>people here and have no room to accomodate your sinister needs. But,
>be warned, for we are also a vengeful froup, and any insistence to
>disturb our equilibrium with your unabashed and uncensored comments
>shall rile our instincts, launch the flare of rally, and as we gather
>all you will hear are the scrapings of our talons in unison, etched
>into your cortex by simple, primal fear, far outside your thatch and
>weed Maslow Pyramid, before your entrails are spilled among the
>cobblestones that pave our street of peace.
>
>Go, go, goblin, indeed.

Err, I think he was just trying to be funny.
--
"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.)

 

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:
>>>>>
>>>>>> 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--? 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...
>
>We are dreaming this conversation. It's not over. I'm standing right next
>to that stuff, too. Can't you see me?

Yes, and...oh God! I'm not wearing any pants!
--
"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.)

 

Re: My Dream! Mr. T and Me!!!

On Feb 25, 12:37 pm, Wavy G <godsspeciall...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Dear, "Slipped Moebius": Do you like me? Please check a box ( ) YES (
> ) NO:
>
>
>
> >On Feb 25, 8:54 am, go go goblin <toot.pootin...@ts.staog.nitoop.toot>
> >wrote:
> >> In article <7nosr35dqmosbhoounaibt52us3v9kt...@4ax.com>,
> >> godsspeciall...@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--? 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?
>
> >Pleae, there is no need to speak like that here. In fact, it disturbs
> >me to think that a simple, honest poast about a pure Being having a
> >connection to children would instantly ignite in you fantasies of
> >molestation. Did you ever stop to think about what you were thinking
> >about? Please stop poasting to this Froup. We are good, fun-loving
> >people here and have no room to accomodate your sinister needs. But,
> >be warned, for we are also a vengeful froup, and any insistence to
> >disturb our equilibrium with your unabashed and uncensored comments
> >shall rile our instincts, launch the flare of rally, and as we gather
> >all you will hear are the scrapings of our talons in unison, etched
> >into your cortex by simple, primal fear, far outside your thatch and
> >weed Maslow Pyramid, before your entrails are spilled among the
> >cobblestones that pave our street of peace.
>
> >Go, go, goblin, indeed.
>
> Err, I think he was just trying to be funny.

Me, too. I have no talons yet.

--
Slipped Moebius
mhm28x9