Tag: Mr. T

There aren't any 'Dorf' books about renegade commando teams... are there?

The A-Team regroups after a tight getaway by watching Woody Woodpecker at a motel. Seriously.

Bikers rev their engines and project menace, but since the only resident in town is locked in a closet the display isn't very impressive.

There ain't nothing more action-packed than a foot race between Dirk Benedict and Dean Stockwell.

There's underprivileged kids making ashtrays, hillbilly sheriffs, party cake, Ken Norton... what more could you want?

As it turns out, amphetamine-fueled ranting is a weak defense against homegrown flamethrowers.

"My child, if you want a chance at a better life, if you want to not be someone's fool, then you must follow Mr. T wherever he goes."

If only 'Family Ties' had thought to equip the Keatons with plastic explosives instead of Scott 'Hey, Mallo-ry!' Valentine.

T walks into room/Suckas and fools are pitied/Jibba jabba stops

Sadly, I didn't learn how to be somebody from watching this video. But I did learn that 54 minutes of Mr. T clowning around with a bunch of kids can be (and were) the longest 54 minutes of my life.