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Stranger: Sup, foo'.
You: i would like to have a serious conversation, mr t.
Stranger: Fo' sho. What up?
You: well, all these years im driving in this black van
You: but... i like yellow

Stranger: So, paint it yellow.
Stranger: If you don't got moneys, beat a hobo, and steal their money.
You: hmmm, good tip, i can manage that
Stranger: Or sell them on the black market for money.
You: but i aint getting on no airplane
Stranger: It's fairly easy marketing strategy.
Stranger: LOL, hobos can't afford to ride on airplanes.
Stranger: Just check your local dark alley.
You: please mr t, explain. someone who tries to sell the flavorwave oven can surely tell me the mysteries of marketing strategy's
Stranger: Fo' sure. You just, like... sell the hobos on black market. That's how I first got to selling my flavorwaves.
You: hmmm oke nice. there are alot of hobo's on the street nowadays!
Stranger: You'll be rich, AND you'll be pityin' the foo's who don't know the mysteries of marketing strategies.
Stranger: You can thank the global economical recession, and Bush, for that!
You: but tell me: is it true i can bake a chicken, salmon and beef on 1 tray in the flavorwave oven?
Stranger: DAMN STRAIGHT, FOO'.
You: dajumn!
You: it IS a great product
Stranger: I pity the foo' who thinks otherwise.
You: how is Murdock nowadays?
Stranger: Wut
Stranger: WHO IS THIS MURDOCK.
You: your collegue from the a-team
You: dont you remembers him anymroe
Stranger: I got abducted by aliens and my memory was erased.
You: NO KIDDING!
You: sucks dude
Stranger: I know, bro.
Stranger: I can't remember a thing, except the mysteries of marketing strategies, and flavorwaves.
You: so discovery channel WAS through about... abduction...
Stranger: They're all I have left in this world...
Stranger: Discovery ain't no shit 'bout nuttin'. I pity the foo's.
You: to sad it aint possible to rooster a boterham in the flavorwave
Stranger: BITCH, YOU AIN'T EVER TRY THAT? Why you keep askin' questions to which you already know the answers are possible?
Stranger: It ain't made by Mr. T to just sit on the counter and look purdy, foo'!
You: ooh i can do that

Stranger: Daaaamn straight, foo'. Daaamn straight.
You: i like your accent =)
You: WORD!
Stranger: WORD!
Stranger: But thank ya, foo'. I get that a lot.
Stranger: 'Course, I gotta pity the foo's, 'cause they ain't me. They ain't the motherfuckin' Mr. T.
Stranger: See? I can freestyle without even tryin', too.
You: well, this sure is a lot of cursin' in one sentence
You: i start to like you even mo'!
Stranger: THAT'S ALL YOU CAN DO WIT MR. T, like me even mo'.
Stranger: That's how I get all mah hoes.
You: i never get any hoes

Stranger: That's 'cause you ain't Mr. T.
Stranger: Want some a Mr. T?
You: yeah
You: that rox
Stranger: Not in a perverted Mr. T kinda way, but another Mr. T kinda way.
Stranger: *gives the sacred flavorwave of a new generation* Now, you owe me three easy payments of only $13.33.
You: paypal?
Stranger: That works, too, foo'.
You: whats the address
Stranger: Uhh... let me see. The alien abduction erased that from my mind, too.
You: bummer
You: i suggest you create a gmail: mr.t@flavorwavecorp.com
Stranger: You can send me in e-mail or somethin'. MrT@MrTEmailingService.com
Stranger: Foo', Mr. T already got his own emailing company.
You: how nice!!
Stranger: Nice like a Mr. T flavorwave on half-price.
You: i find it miraculous how you manage to fix an Apache helicopter with only one piece of rope and some glue
You: and youre the only one who can weld on wood
Stranger: How many times I gots to tell you, son? I'm Mr. motherfuckin' T!
You: yeah yeah i know but youre so inspiring me
Stranger: You ain't gonna see no Chuck Norris, or no Donald-Duck-ass Trump, or no Hannah Montana doin' dat shit.
You: im speachless
Stranger: That's what Mr. T do. He inspires. Inspires a new generation of Mr. T wannabes who never gonna get to be a Mr. T prophecy.
Stranger: 'Cept you, 'cause I gave you a Mr. T flavorwave from the future.
You: yippykayee
Stranger: You can carry on my Mr. T legacy.
Stranger: Do it good, foo'.
Stranger: 'Cause if you don't, Mr. T gonna kick yo' ass.
You: its long ago since we met, from which country are you working nowadays, i surely will continue to live the Mr T legacy
Stranger: I work in... damn, motherfuckin' alien abductors. I can't 'member.
Stranger: Let me ask one of my hoes.
You: k i'll wait
Stranger: Am-err-ee-kah, da ho says.
Stranger: Don't know where that is, but apparently, I'm working here, nowadays.
Stranger: Yeeeah.
You: amerika rulez. im currently despatched to the netherlands...
Stranger: The netherlands, that's one cool motherfuckin' place.
Stranger: I think. I couldn't remember.
You: too bad
Stranger: Yeahh...
You: hold on for one sec, i have to shoot a bad guy, brb!
Stranger: Shoot that motherfucka good.
Stranger: PITY THAT FOO'!
You: dajumn, no my walls are covered in blood. but i sure killed that niggah good!
Stranger: That's how Mr. T do it. You should clean up that blood with a ShamWow, foo'.
You: yeahhhh boiiii
Stranger: Don't use that phrase 'round me, foo'. I hate that goddamn Flavor Flav foo'.
You: feed it to da dawgs, sleep with da fishez and so on
Stranger: Pissin' me off. Why don't he got a goddamn clock around his neck that operates?
Stranger: Dat's what Mr. T always says. Aside from pity the foo'.
You: i can give you a fake rolex?
Stranger: Fake? FAKE? Mr. T don't wear no fake shit!
Stranger: YOU CALLIN' MR. T FAKE, SON?
Stranger: HUH? SPIT DAT SHIT OUT.
You: i just wanted to do you a favor
You: as appreciation
You: im not rich with this crisis ya know

Stranger: Mr. T sorry. Mr. T overreacts sometimes. Pityin' too much foo's, sometimes.
Stranger: But I pity you, foo'.
You: im sorry master
Stranger: You should know, though, that the anciently futuristic flavorwave you possess, foo', can fix all yo' problems.
You: what can i do to NOT be pity'd gy you
Stranger: Hmmm... what you can do... let Mr. T think for a bit.
Stranger: You can buy 5 more flavorwaves at full price from MrTFlavorwaveLand.mrt.
You: hmm that seems fair
Stranger: Then a foo' won't be pitied like a foo'.
You: i feel like a king, owning 8 flavorwave ovens!
Stranger: Fair as a ferris wheel, yeeah, foo'.
Stranger: THAT'S HOW A NON-PITIED FOO' SUPPOSE TO FEEL, FOO'!
You: can you send me the chick thats in the commercial? like to fuck her hard whil staring at some chicken, baking in the oven
Stranger: Damn straight. Let me call dem hoes up... wait... this abduction thing pissin' Mr. T off. I can't remember dem hoes number.
Stranger: But wait, they might be in my Top 5.
You: ooh nice
Stranger: Yup! I'mm send them over to nail a non-pitied foo'.
You: damn right
Stranger: They horny, too. And they be starvin' to watch chicken cookin' in a Mr. T flavorwave.
Stranger: Win-win, foo'.
You: sure is dude!
Stranger: Now, I need some chicken from a flavorwave.
Stranger: I have this room that's filled with over 80,000 flavorwaves.
You: holy crap!
Stranger: It has every kind of food kickin' in each one of them. It's epic.
Stranger: Epic like The Dark Knight, foo'.
You: the dark night is pure ownage
Stranger: Almost more owning pwnage than myself, foo'.
You: not quite, but close
Stranger: Damn straight.
You: you are lightyears ahead
Stranger: Daaamn straight.
Stranger: Them bitch Christopher Nolan piss me off, though. MR. T SHOULDA BEEN THE JOKA.
You: yeah, why so serious
Stranger: Why so pitiful? Mr. T woulda made The Dark Knight even more epic, fo' sho.
You: i thnk TDK will stand in the big shade of MrT
You: crying in a dark corner
You: will Mr T enjoys his well deserved chicken
Stranger: 'Cause that what Mr. T do. Make the whiny bitches cry in the dark corners. Eatin' chicken. Pityin' the foo's.
Stranger: Mr. T coulda broke that brotha's face through the table wit that pencil in The Dark Knight, too, foo'.
Stranger: The Mr. T Experience, fo' sho.
You: yeah! and all for free you know!
You: just a pencil and a head
You: let the fun begin
Stranger: That's what Mr. T all about. Lettin' the fun begin for a pitied foo'.
Stranger: YEEAH, FOO'.
Stranger: You okay, foo'. You okay.
You: thnx, you too
You: you can call me anytime if you need any help pitying fools and such
Stranger: Fo' sho. Mr. T makin' the right choice leavin' his legacy over to you.
Stranger: Mr. T always needs help, beatin' down on whiny bitches in unfair handicaps.
You: like one legged bitches, or crackwhores with 3 nipples
Stranger: Makes Mr. T feel even more superior. Makes the foo's feel even MORE like foo's.
You: those are naaasty
Stranger: Nasty, stank-ass hoes.
Stranger: They need the Mr. T experience to the fullest extent of the Mr. T.
Stranger: It's like gettin' all five pieces of Exodia in a Yu-Gi-Oh! match. You watch them hoes desintigrate from the awesome epicness of the Mr. T.
You: so true
Stranger: 'Cept Mr. T so much epicer. Mr. T don't think that's a word, but Mr. T gonna MAKE it a word.
You: you do have conversations on MSN messenger o what, because thats where i make appointments for some good beating-time
Stranger: Mr. T spends a ton of time beatin' up hoes over MSN Messenger. Thinkin' of pitying foo's to change it to MRT Messenger.
Stranger: 'Cept my momma on MSN Messenger. Ain't no one touch my momma. DAMN FOO'S.
You: gimme ya msn address so i can help you with some digitale beating ups!
Stranger: Mr. T gonna do that, fo' sho. Let me ask a ho, 'cause I can't 'member.
Stranger: kane_vs_theundertaker@hotmail.com, the ho says. You know, Mr. T remembers likin' wrestling. Beat the shit out a that Hogan fag bitch foo'.
You: hulk hogan is a gay
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