I don't know, there's a kind of demented art to being Rob Longshot. First he had the evil ewok thing going, but now, you take the juxtaposition of the baby hands, the lip gloss and Ann Margret false eyelashes and the make-up desperately trying to cover his five o'clock shadow...




All these years, an artist, and we thought he was just another San Fernando Valley loser making small change on his wife's vagina.