Last night, while trying to avoid more election coverage, because OK WE GET IT: things are changing and it’s about damn time, Joe and I stumbled on a gem. Were you aware that Firstname Mr. Lastname T has his own series? It’s called I Pity the Fool. Mr. T goes to places he’s needed like a dance class and to get a pedicure, and he straightens those fools out. Bonus: a slow-mo of Mr. T turning an entire circle on one foot. I think they call it a pirouette?
On the official TV Land website, you can find helpful tips from Mr. T. He’ll remind you to brush your teeth and to allow your date a chance to speak on your first date. In his birthday message, he reminds you that you aren’t getting any younger, tubby. You can even send that as a message to a dear friend. And my favorite:
Motivation for the New Parents
Are you feeling overwhelm?
Are you feeling in too deep?
You been given a special giff
A special giff that won’t let you sleep!
What did you expect?
It’s a baby!
Of course it goin to be cryin’ all the time!
Now get off your butt and go check that diaper
And congratulation on this bless event.
Seriously, I love Mr. T. So, cut the jibba jabba and go check out his website, fool. He comes in second in my heart only to Hawk, who wins because he has a beautifully coiffed feather scalp cap which I always thought looked mysteriously similar to the chicken feathers us kids had to pluck during those fun, special family times known as ‘Slaughter Day.’
It appears I have a thing for TV men with odd hair choices.
UPDATE: For my friends in other countries (because it appears that this top secret information is not readily available to people outside the USA…..?)
“Greetings, sucka!”
None of the videos are available because I’m in the WRONG COUNTRY. Um, I knew that since Target was invented to taunt me from the South.
*sob*
Hooray for Leah! You saved the day! Thank you – that was hilarious!
xoxoxoxo
i’ll second that! while they’re busy in DC swapping desks and suchlike – this should definietly count towards foreign policy!
oh do i love me some T. that was fucking RAD, man.
Mr. T was one of my clients. He lived around the corner from my travel agency and would come in at least once a week to purchase first class tickets for himself and the lady-of-the-week, to go to Vegas.
Those were the days of bicycle shorts, lots of earrings and at least a hundred thick heavy gold chains.
I forget what he wore.
I Pity the Fool is my new favorite guilty pleasure.