The lesser known name of one Sergeant Bosco "B.A." Baracus, of the A Team. B.A. was actually a swell guy who enjoyed helping orphans. Unlike most grunts, he had uncanny technical skills, once constructing and fitting timing chains to a machine gun mounted to fire through the propeller of a biplane. B.A. was remarkably insensitive to pain. Once, his sort of nemesis, Hannibal Smith, injected him with animal tranquilizers in the neck without B.A. even realizing it.
B.A. Baracus, aka Mr.T., likes to kick the snot out of bad guys, but not seriously injure them. He can fire a thousand rounds from a single magazine and not kill anyone.
A woman with large, saggy breasts marked by numerous folds and wrinkles toward their base. Long stretch marks are frequently seen on the upper hemispheres.
The unfortunate drunk was unable to get anything better at the party than the algae tits that was left over sitting in the corner.