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Mr. T saves the day

21 Jul

Today is my mom’s birthday.  Hrrmph.

Let’s talk about this instead.


Watching Mr. T pick the flaking skin off his arms and legs.

Me:  You need to exfoliate.

Mr. T:  What’s that?

Me:  When you scrub off your dead layer of skin.

Mr. T:  Should I try to molt?

Me:  You are molting.

Mr. T:  No, I mean like shed my whole layer of skin all at once.

Me:  How are you going to go about trying?

Mr. T:  I don’t know.  Maybe I can buy a manual “Molting for Dummies”.

I would buy that.


Watching Mr. T stick objects in his nostrils.

Me:  You know, you better be careful or you’re going to do permanent damage to your nose.

Mr. T:  You mean like I’m going to do permanent damage to my reputation by doing this?  Does some kind of weirdo dance around the room with his shirt over his head.

Yeah, just like that.


Other Mr. T-isms heard round the house.

“I love making strange noises for no reason.”

“Random acts of rudeness.”

Thank heaven for Mr. T.