Peter busted me watching Rock of Love again the other night. "Isn't this kind of against everything you stand for?" he wanted to know.
"Leave me alone," I said. "It's research."
The latest episode featured women racing each other into porta-potties to be the first to change into hooker gear. By now you should know that Bret Michael's girl "always has to look hot" in a hurry.
The prize?
Alone time with the hair band frontman himself (whether he actually has hair is debatable; some of the traffic I get to this blog is from people who've keyed "bret michaels bald" into search engines).
Bret doesn't seem to be worth the effort. He's self-involved as hell, and for a 4-needle-a-day diabetic, he sure does drink a lot.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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