Nightmare fuel

You didn't really think that creepy fat guy who managed all the boy bands in the mid-90s was just an interested music fan, did you? It turns out that Lou Pearlman's story is even worse than we thought:

One person recalls him spreading his legs while wearing a white terrycloth robe and matching underwear, then uttering the not-quite-Mae-Westian come-on "You're a smart boy. Figure it out."

I don't can't decide whether this is hilarious or creepy. I'm gonna go with both.