Here's the question: Which historical figure would you most like to spend a day with?
You've got the entire world's history to choose from, anyone dead or alive. (But not zombie. That would be no fun for anyone.)
And you can pick almost anyone you want. In order to prevent President Bush from wriggling away from another tough answer, I'm going to disallow "Jesus" as a valid response here, and we'll declare off-limits all the other celestial deities like "God," "Mohammed," "Buddha," "Ganesha," and, of course, "Heidi Klum."
Also, feel free to set up the scenario. Would you like to spend the day kick-boxing against Gandhi? Cliff-diving with Franklin Roosevelt? Playing the "Match Game" with Charles Nelson Reilly? What?
Make your choice and drop it in the comments.
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Mark Twain.
This wouldn't be an action-packed day, but it would certainly be filled with hilarity. Twain is a perfect combination of good sarcasm about society and brilliant black humor about political life. Plus, we'd be hanging out on a riverboat on the Mississippi, drinking bourbon, smoking cigars and gambling.
I'd take that.
Does Heidi Klum have a sister?
The Dali Lama.
Here's where this comes from:
I was in DC doing some lobbying for a client. I was on my way into the Cannon House Office Building, which is directly across from one of the security driveways into the Capitol. I was standing at the corner, and started to step off the curb as I heard a bunch of cop sirens. From the driveway next to me and then sharply in front of me flew a couple of cop motorcycles, a big black car, and then a bigger black car.
I literally had to jump back up the curb a little bit to get out of the way of the bigger black car. As it passed, events being in slow-mo as they were, I saw in the back seat a little bald dude with purple robes, a sash and little round glasses. It was unequivocally the Laama (as Carl Spangler would say). I stared in wild-eyed wonder and slow-mo words came out of my mouth: "Hhhheeeeyyy...iiiitttt'sss ttthhheee Llllaaaaammmmaaaaa...." he looks over, smiles, and bows his head.
I flipped out. My life has been karmically balanced ever since. Thus, I must meet with the Lama and understand Buddhism better so I can acknowledge and pass along the good fortunes I've had in life.
Interesting choice, Norb. You went with the sexual fantasy of a cartoon character who later came out of the closet.
Also, it'd be interesting to spend time with someone who's famous for saying, "It's better to wake up alone knowing that you're alone, than waking up with someone and still be lonely."
As far as the other choices go, very interesting. I'd like to see Rove and the Lama have dinner together. It'd be like matter and antimatter coming into contact.
I don't know, Travis. He generally had 60-lb. iron frames on those legs. You'd probably break your shins and he'd win by default.
Just like in WWII.
I have a couple - take your pick:
- I would desecrate a Texas State Monument with Ozzy Ozbourne
- I would beat the crap out of Good Charlotte with Iggy Pop
= Destroying a hotel room with Keith Moon
- Fishing than mass drinking with Ernest Hemingway
I would beat the crap out of Good Charlotte with Iggy Pop
Substitute Limp Bizkit in there, and you've got a deal.
Sinatra would be a close second to Twain for me. I'd pick a night when he was working the Sands with the Rat Pack.
sitting on the curb with Smokey ... you know how we does it.....
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