boheme

I've lost a shit-ton of weight so you have to come to Northwest Ohio, marry me, and then we can build an army from the ground up. But then I'd get arrested for Patriot Act crimes and you'd have to flee to the Himalayans to rasie exotic goats and care for the 105 year old and blind prophet Xanthinchow...he's got the cure for cancer...but don't tell anyone I told you.

You are lost, but not forgotten.