In the late 80's Mr. T came out to a club that we use to frequent in Dallas called Mistral. We sent a bottle of champagne over to his table. He sent an autographed picture to ours, then later came over and chatted a bit. Very nice guy.
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Originally Posted by colorider
Phobias are for irrational fears. Fear of junk ripping badgers is perfectly rational. Those things are nasty.