I apologize Rowers. I know my missed presence has been felt but fear no longer! I have been on hiatus in order to stop and smell the roses. I received a beautiful bouquet of flowers from myself a while back and was nearly poisoned. I order to determine the extent of my allergy I have been traveling the country smelling every flower and logging my allergic reaction. But enough about this traveler/daring daffodil, its time to talk about our beloved bae Mr. Rowe. His cult life was short-lived and out of it sprang a beautiful future. See, whilst traveling the Spanish Streets nude and scouring for human flesh a talent scout found Mr. Rowe crouched behind a barrel of bananas and came to a glorious realization: Mr. Rowe should be a cast member on the show Spain's Next Top (Not Obese) American Model (Who Still Occasionally Albeit Infrequently Enjoys McDonald's). 

Bubbles' first photo shoot. This leather jacket and beanie perfectly frame his chiseled cheeks (the facial one's ladies calm down) and his puckered lips give the cool finish to his "I totally care, but don't" look. 

Needless to say as soon as Bubbles' (Mr. Rowe adapted this to be his stage name) face appeared on the big screen the Spanish Senoritas went wild, and our paddling hearts sank due to the increase in competition for his heart. I have seen the first episode and it does not disappoint! Bubbles' gets into a fight with Dominiquoelleo over the last kale salad after the three-week juice diet challenge! Unfortunately, I just smelled petunia body spray whilst writing at the desk I place in the mall elevator and thus must Rowe out! To Mr. Rowe I say congratulations and you are a wonder. To all his fans out there I say Rowe Rowe Rowe your boat to Spain if you still wish to be his first mate!