| Mr T takes a taxi over to the youth centre where he supervises the delivery of milk. He takes a glass of white gold and samples the calcium content. |
| British Bulldog VS. Mr T |
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| Mr T: Damn...that is some fresh ass milk....here kids drink some milk...this batch has got the T seal of approval Tony Danza: Hey buddy that taxi ride aint free. You owe me 15 big ones. Mr T: SAY WHAT???? fool you best be gittin yo' ass up outta here before you find my foot up you ass!!! Tony Danza: Mr T is hella tough.... |
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| (T tossed Danza's fool ass good and Tony landed approximately 32 nautical miles off the coast of the Peoples Republic of China) |
| (Jim, a devoted follower of Willie Thornes teachings, planned a fiendish trap for an unsuspecting Mr T) Jim: Now where did I put my junior alchemy kit....if T likes gold so much I'll give him more gold than he can handle.....(maniacal laugh)... Jim's Wife: But Jim aren't you supposed to correct all those management essays? Jim: Fuck Management!....just give everyone 65%......I have bigger suckahs to fry... Mr T is about to meet his messy and untimely end...(more maniacal laughter) |
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| Jim Ross: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY... mmm.. mmm..Jim, helatious son of a bitch...mmm.....mmm....slobber knocker Lawler: Geez JR calm down..you're more over excited than me at a playschool! Jim Ross: Looks like we got us a four way dance....Davey Boy Smith...Mr T...Willie Thorne and that no good Jim |