The 2,000,000th post game

Garfield Wilson was in COME TO DADDY with Elijah Wood, who was in THE TOXIC AVENGER with Kevin Bacon.

92 bottles of beer on the wall,
92 bottles of beer.
Take one down, pass it around,
91 bottles of beer on the wall.

TODAY IS

No, you misunderstood.

When I said “I’d hit that”…

…I wasn’t implying I was willing to have sex w. her.

I was saying I’d like to punch her in the nose.

Sorry man, but your cousin?

She needs a good punch in the honker.

And

“From your bright sparkling Eyes, I was Undone"
— George Washington
Long before he was our first president, George Washington was just a teenager in love. So he did what so many teenagers do: He wrote two lovesick poems in his diary, one of which was dedicated to Frances Alexander, in 1749-50.

“Verse on Lee's Invasion of the North"
— Abraham Lincoln
Like Washington, Abraham Lincoln was a teenage poet, penning verses in his arithmetic book between the ages of 15 and 17. He continued to read and write poetry throughout his life, including the bittersweet "My Childhood-Home I See Again," written in February 1846. The last poem Lincoln is known to have written, "Verse on Lee's Invasion of the North," was about the North's victory at Gettysburg on July 3; Lincoln wrote it on July 19, 1863.

“A death-bed Adieu. Th:J to MR"
— Thomas Jefferson
Our third president had a great appreciation of poetry—so great, in fact, that he made scrapbooks comprised solely of clippings of poems he liked (he also helped his granddaughters make them). There's only one surviving poem that Jefferson himself, wrote, though, when he was nearing his death—"A death-bed Adieu. Th:J to MR," or Martha Randolph, his daughter.

“For beauty I am not a star"
— Woodrow Wilson
The famously ribald Woodrow Wilson loved limericks, and was so fond of reciting one in particular—which starts "For beauty I am not a star"—that he was often credited with writing it. But in fact, the poem was written by Anthony Euwer in 1917.

“I love your back, I love your breasts"
— Warren G. Harding
By most accounts, Warren G. Harding was not a great president. But he was an excellent author of dirty poetry and letters, which he sent to his mistress, Carrie Phillips.