following in the footsteps of flavor flav, bret michaels enlisted vh1 to round up a dozen or so willing participants to dry hump him while a camera loomed. you can’t really blame the poison front man, can you? he’s in his mid-40s now, and after all these years he can’t be bothered to bar hop in search of adoring groupies. (it doesn’t hurt that he probably pocketed a hefty paycheck for his trouble.)
so rock of love has been on for a few weeks now, and though the format is the same as its predecessor, i find these girls to be a bit more entertaining. kudos to the casting director for finding some of the most outrageous ladies on myspace (that’s where they found them, right?)!
don’t get me wrong, i loved me some buckwild and goldie… but this time around it’s a whole new ballgame. i mean, would a crazy cowgirl like rodeo have shown up for flav? i think not. also, it’s rare that one gets to witness a battle of wits between tipsy blondes with massive boobs (one of whom brought the phrase “clown tits” into the cultural lexicon). see what you’ve been missing??
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