Oh, how the mighty have fallen

Dirty and I were lucky enough to grow up during the age of television awesomeness. Growing up we got a weekly dose of badass from some of the greatest shows ever to be transported through that magical box on top of the TV. The Dukes of Hazzard taught us that chicks love to dress slutty and that fat people are inherently evil, Miami Vice gave us our first lesson on dressing to impress, and the A-Team proved that the greatest job in the world is hanging out with your buddies driving around in a van kicking ass and taking names.

As you can imagine, the four men who played Hannibal, Face, Maddog Murdock and B.A. Baracus enjoyed unparalleled success during the show's heyday. I always imagined they'd live out the rest of their lives banging an endless cavalcade of beauties on mattresses stuffed with million dollar bills.

So you can imagine my despair when I stumbled across this.

Mr. T, the man who played B-friggin A Baracus schlepping some crap-ass product on an infomercial. He even uses the line, "I love it when a plan comes together." That's not even B.A.'s catchphrase.

I'm just glad George Peppard died long before he had to witness the befoulment of all I grew up believing in. Damn you, T. (I can't bring myself to call you Mr. again.) Damn you to hell.