MR. T'S NIGHT ON THE TOWN
"Mr. T, Mr.T. Can I have your autograph? Please," asked a grinning little
kid.
"I pity the fool that wants my autograph. Fine, where's a pen? Where's a
stinkin' pen? Good. Gimme the pen, fool. Here's my autograph. Stay in school,
don't do drugs, and drink milk, it's good for your bones. Now get out of here
kid, Mr. T needs a beer," said Mr. T.
Mr. T went to a locale club to get a beer, when suddenly things turned
ugly.
"Yo, Mr. T, yo is a fool. Go get a life. The A-Team sucked!" screamed a
crazed madman, "Why don't you show me some of your wrestling moves, if
your back still works."
"Ohhh. Ohhh. Now you goin' down. I pity the fool that wants a piece of
me," said Mr. T, all riled up for a fight.
Whack. Mr. T gave the crazed madman a punch to the stomach. The
crazed madman revolted with a furious punching spree to Mr. T's head.
"Is that all you got? If that's it then maybe you should just go home.
Fool!" yelled Mr. T as he gave the crazed madman a kick to his low section,
grabbed his legs, and swung him around in circles. Mr. T then let go to see the
crazed madman go flying through one of the bar windows.
After defeating the crazed madman, and after a few drinks, Mr. T gets up
to leave and drive home."And remember," Mr. T said to the remaining people
at the bar, "stay in milk, don't do school, and drink drugs. Or, sumtin like dat. I
pity myself."
"Mr. T, Mr.T. Can I have your autograph? Please," asked a grinning little
kid.
"I pity the fool that wants my autograph. Fine, where's a pen? Where's a
stinkin' pen? Good. Gimme the pen, fool. Here's my autograph. Stay in school,
don't do drugs, and drink milk, it's good for your bones. Now get out of here
kid, Mr. T needs a beer," said Mr. T.
Mr. T went to a locale club to get a beer, when suddenly things turned
ugly.
"Yo, Mr. T, yo is a fool. Go get a life. The A-Team sucked!" screamed a
crazed madman, "Why don't you show me some of your wrestling moves, if
your back still works."
"Ohhh. Ohhh. Now you goin' down. I pity the fool that wants a piece of
me," said Mr. T, all riled up for a fight.
Whack. Mr. T gave the crazed madman a punch to the stomach. The
crazed madman revolted with a furious punching spree to Mr. T's head.
"Is that all you got? If that's it then maybe you should just go home.
Fool!" yelled Mr. T as he gave the crazed madman a kick to his low section,
grabbed his legs, and swung him around in circles. Mr. T then let go to see the
crazed madman go flying through one of the bar windows.
After defeating the crazed madman, and after a few drinks, Mr. T gets up
to leave and drive home."And remember," Mr. T said to the remaining people
at the bar, "stay in milk, don't do school, and drink drugs. Or, sumtin like dat. I
pity myself."
