STILL NO VIDEO BLOG FROM B-WATS! But here is something that is almost as entertaining as me! Frankly this made my day.
A series of things that amuse me about this video:
#1. Why in hell was Mr. T chosen to be the narrator? I love the opening line, "Everybody gotta wear clothes." Duh, Mr. T...duh.
#2. He is clearly reading his lines off of a card. I'm impressed that he can read that coherently.
#3. I am amused that the personal labels are duct-tape with the person's name printed on it with marker. I think I'm going to start doing that!
#4. What kind of sadistic parents name their twin girls Xena and Zena!?
#5. Did he REALLY just call that girl a "hot-dog?!"
#6. Did anyone else catch the "pervert point" Mr. T gives Manny? Poor, poor Manny.
#7. I NEVER thought I would hear Mr.T say the series of words "Here's Janine, cool as a peppermint ice cream in her pink ensemble and frosty white pumps." I'm horrified.
#8. Why do a group of children scream "Baseball party" at us at the end of this? I'm thinking this little league team probably sponsored this video.
Thanks Mr. T! I owe you one for my epic style!!
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3 comments:
"With her mustard socks and her ketchup sash, she's a real hotdog."
Oh man, that made my night.
p.s. I think those kids are saying "Be somebody." It would be much funnier if they said "baseball party" though.
ya...i know they say "be somebody" but if you try real hard (well...not THAT hard) you can pretend they say "baseball party" and that IS way funnier!
It really sounded like the kids said "Date Somebody!!" Which I think is the best option. and this video is really awesome, I'm slightly jelous that Mr. T doesn't narrate my wardrobe.
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