A tip for the ladies: If he says he'll go to the ends of the Earth for you, he's a Flat-Earther. Just run.
He better run or my cats will knock him off the edge.
I'm pretty sure Venice Louisiana is the end of the Earth.
Nope, I lived in Rosepine, Louisiana. That was the end of the Earth and the armpit of the the world.
Or he thinks metaphorically. Some chicks dig that.