Dear Tony

It seems that you are something like the father of LIBS. So I ask you offcialy for your daugthers hand. I want to marry her. I own not much. A bit land with my family where we grow up cash crops (a bit coffee and rice) 10 chicken and a goat. So yeah we are not rich but life is good in Northern Vietnam. LIBS could enter a very lovely family clan and I a am sure she would find a fulfilling life in watching for the 11 children and the chicken. Also my mothers brothers son has a little coffee mill which gives us also a certain income even in bad times for agriculturing.


So dear Tony of the clan of Montanas. Do you agree with that most excellent exchange?

Greetings from
FILMO from the clan of the Sweating Cows!

FILMO don't forget you offer many glorious chances to appear in films extolling peoples republic, and maybe even offer to work in Tractor factory.

Aren't there leeches in Vietnam and stuff? I remember seeing them in Rambo and Missing In Action movies.

Filmo you are so goddamn weird

First off, just to set the record straight, I'm not old enough to be Libs' dad. Think of me as more like her much younger brother.

Furthermore, I have bad news for you, Filmo. I can't even get her to agree with me on who to like for American Idol, let alone pick a boyfriend for her. I spent years trying to convince her Taylor Hicks was a god among men, but she wouldn't listen to her wiser younger brother.

If it's any consolation, I approve of your relation with her, and I think you're damn close to breaking through her tough outer shell (she's like an M&M). Keep writing those love poems and don't give up the fight... I feel she may be testing you to see if you give up easily. Don't fall into that trap! Anything worth having is worth working for.

Good luck!