The form of the Blessed T is exactly how I imagined the wrasslin' angel appeared unto Jacob. No burning wheels, no eye-covered bulls, no six-winged androgyny; just mohawked manliness (also a helicopter with chocolate catapults).
This is a true story though I will deny it under most circumstances:
For several years of my formative gaming days, I had a homemade Mr. T 'cabbage patch' styled plush toy, a gift from my great-grandmother (who meant well and did better) tricked out as "Mr. DM." It said "Mr. DM" right on his little denim jacket.
I kept him behind the screen with me as a GMing mascot. Rarely (mercifully) he would act as my enforcer. "I pity the fool who speaks out of turn! I PITY HIM!"
Because my campaigns were otherwise excellent, and because my players were good friends, nobody ever had the heart to tell me why this was not really the greatest thing I'd ever come up with, but eventually I figured it out on my own.
Bring it, Quinton Jackson never was even in the competition as BA.
ReplyDeleteHell yeah!!
ReplyDeleteHell. Yeah.
ReplyDeleteI pity them, those fools! Oh Yes.
ReplyDeleteDoes that mean we'll get substantive posts of Saturdays now?
ReplyDeleteEvan: No more substantive than the rest of the week. :)
ReplyDeleteHonor thy mother and father
ReplyDeleteThe Bible makes it clear
If you break the rule God help you fool
You got Mr. T to fear!
Yaaaaay!
ReplyDeleteThankfully--like Shat--there's no shortage of T photos on the interwebs.
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Even before your first clue, I thought it had to be Mr T. I am so cool. :D
ReplyDeleteThis the greatest thing since the old "Mr. T ate my balls!" meme!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd lo, as Shatner did ascend to the Holy Mountain, then did Mr.T stride down the other side.
ReplyDeleteAnd the fools trembled, for there was much pitying to be done.
7 Rients 3:4-5
Jeff is on the jazz!
ReplyDeleteMy friends once taught a child to say sucka fool. Even though the kid got into a lot of trouble, it was worth it.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see it wasn't the Hoff. Phew.
ReplyDeleteThe form of the Blessed T is exactly how I imagined the wrasslin' angel appeared unto Jacob. No burning wheels, no eye-covered bulls, no six-winged androgyny; just mohawked manliness (also a helicopter with chocolate catapults).
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiixrRgysks
This is a true story though I will deny it under most circumstances:
ReplyDeleteFor several years of my formative gaming days, I had a homemade Mr. T 'cabbage patch' styled plush toy, a gift from my great-grandmother (who meant well and did better) tricked out as "Mr. DM." It said "Mr. DM" right on his little denim jacket.
I kept him behind the screen with me as a GMing mascot. Rarely (mercifully) he would act as my enforcer. "I pity the fool who speaks out of turn! I PITY HIM!"
Because my campaigns were otherwise excellent, and because my players were good friends, nobody ever had the heart to tell me why this was not really the greatest thing I'd ever come up with, but eventually I figured it out on my own.
T-riffic news!
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