after learning all about milk in bags from ocarina‘s post, i schooled my family on bags of milk. since today is a good day for learning, here’s a tidbit for you:
mr t named himself “mr t” so people would have to call him “mister”:
I think about my father being called ‘boy,’ my uncle being called ‘boy,’ my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called ‘boy.’ So I questioned myself: ‘What does a black man have to do before he’s given the respect as a man?’ So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is ‘Mr.’ That’s a sign of respect that my father didn’t get, that my brother didn’t get, that my mother didn’t get.
he is also reported to be working on a tv show for tv land called “i pity the fool”