Because my sad geek life likes this badass concept, you are forced to watch too.

I pity the fool reach into my head and take a cookie without taking T’s knowledge. Stop your jibber-jabber and wipe that chocolate chip off your face, fore I knock you into next weekend. Stay in school kids or T gonna serve up a bling sandwich and make a permanant impression on your skull.

[Mr. T and me]

Turns out Mr.T has powers. WENN says:

The poorly kid fell unconscious in Detroit, Michigan in the mid-1980s – and the only physical movement he made was in response to hearing Mr. T’s name. And when the mohawked star was in town, he stopped by the hospital to visit the ill boy – with miraculous results. He tells Empire magazine, “His family put toys around him and one of them was a Mr. T doll. And whenever my name came up, the boy moved his arm. Somebody told the doctors I was in town, so they called me down there. I closed the curtains and prayed. Then, as I was walking down the hall, the kid suddenly came out of the coma and hollered out.
“That was my supernatural moment.”

Mr. T is the man. I don’t care if this is true or not. He needs to put together a superhero team right now and stop all the jibber-jabber.

[Celebrityrumors]

Nobody was cooler then B.A. Baracus back in the day. Okay, I’m sure lots of people were, but they weren’t members of the A-Team.

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