Who? Who would you do?
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On copping-out, I mean.
Honestly, it has to be Abe.
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OK, look. There were no rules against dead people, and if this is creepier than macking on people who probably pay interns (think of the interns!) to Google themselves every three seconds for defamation but also dream of running away from their wives and E-meters to sex all their fans, I stand alone but proud in the crypt.
Obviously, the only serious answer to this question is Cary Grant. But while I'd like to think Ceege would never leave me, come on.
Abe, on the other hand: miserable, body-dysmorphic (why else would he hide in all that hair?), kind of racist and not-so-good on the civil liberties precedents, but generally wanted to make people happy. Also, by all accounts he desperately wanted a man, and his wife probably concurred. How could he say no?
The point is, Cary Grant only said witty things other people wrote. Abe wrote, said, did.
Abe Lincoln: the celebrity for the rest of us.
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