Rob Lowe

I say, “Problem! My MF-ing name is Rob Lowe,
And when I see I a problem I solve 'em, especially when my name is Rob Lowe.”
You and me and her and him are on the fast track. Listen closely to my Simple Mind---let's smoke this joint and dissect John Hughes. Whatever happened to the Brat Pack? Whatever happened to those sad sacks? Me and Judd Nelson in a blowjob race and I preserved the money shot on tape. I'ma see if I and she can count to 15. Methamphetamine and alcohol and the law ain't know what the law ain't saw. I'ma see if you can get with dirty scenes, adult themes. Do you know the Body is an archetype but what's cumming out of me ain't an archetype? I see your body is next to mine in the way my mother is in my mind. Give me a couple seconds to elaborate. Give me a couple seconds to self-stimulate. Perhaps you've tasted the fruit of the vine? Perhaps you're born of the second sex as I was born of the third sex? This is called polymorphous perverse: my right hand up your brother's skirt. Perhaps I'm born of the fourth sex.