Who would it be?
Who would it be?
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
Roosevelt. And then we would drink scotch and go bear hunting.
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I'd fight Gandhi.
Tokugawa Ieyasu. That guy was a dick.
I would fist fight James Dean, then make love.
Cleopatra. I think she'd fight dirty and make it interesting.
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Stephen Hawking.
Admittedly, the fight may be a tad one-side but I've heard he's pretty good at taking a beating.
Andrew Jackson. I'd punch him once for every Indian he defrauded, made homeless, violated a treaty with, or killed.
Any dead guy. I'm pretty sure I'd have the advantage.
Abraham Lincoln.