Monday, June 08, 2009
Rock of NEXT
There has yet to be an iteration of any exploitive trashtastic reality shitshow at Vh1 called "_____ of Love" that I won't watch. In fact, I'll watch any show involving the word "love" produced by Mark Cronin and Cris Abrego Vh1 cares to air. "Flavor of Love," "Rock of Love," "I Love New York," "Real Chance of Love," "For the Love of Ray J," and of course "I Love Money": I will watch them all. Trust that there's more than one episode of "Daisy of Love" saved on my DVR.
Of these shows, I have had a major love-hate affair with "Rock of Love." I LOVED season one, yawned through season two until finally giving up out of boredom, and started paying attention halfway through season three when I realized they'd abandoned all pretense of Bret Michaels finding love and made no effort to disguise casting a posse of utterly shameless, drunken sluts with careers in the adult film, "glamour modeling," webcam whoring, prostitution, and stripping industries. However, I'm a little sick of Bret Michaels. I'm totally over listening to him whine about his damn diabetes and laud the (WORST TEAM IN THE NFL EVER HATE HATE HATE) Steelers. I wouldn't mind if they traded him in for a newer model of washed-up rock star. Give Nikki Sixx or Richie Sambora a season on the casino tour circuit with a busload of skank-ass hoes because I'm so sick of hearing "don't need NO-THIN...but a GOOD TIME..."
Apparently all the theater queens on Broadway thought so too, because as Bret sang that very song at the (*snicker*) Tony Awards this past weekend, some sort of stage prop "accident" nearly ripped his cheap-ass HairDO by Jessica Simpson QVC clearance bin tracks out from under his bandana.
Bret should take heed the signs and at least take a leave of absence. He should pass the torch before he is too overexposed to keep booking shows at the Emerald Queen casino–AKA "the entertainment capital of the Northwest"–in my charming hometown of Puyallup. Seriously, hang up the decorative cowboy hats and give some other has-been a chance to share pubic lice with the tattoos-and-fishnets set.
Labels: buttrock, Rock of Love, sluts, TV, Vh1
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Doc, are you aware that the Stallionaire brothers are getting another chance to show everyone just how high they are on season 2 of their show?
I seriously wonder if anyone really believes these shows are about finding someone anymore, it looks like everyone on them is primarily concerned about advancing their sorry ass careers and promoting themselves, that cast of 'Daisy Of Love" has got to be the worst yet in terms of that, I mean, they are not even making a pretense out of it.
I seriously wonder if anyone really believes these shows are about finding someone anymore, it looks like everyone on them is primarily concerned about advancing their sorry ass careers and promoting themselves, that cast of 'Daisy Of Love" has got to be the worst yet in terms of that, I mean, they are not even making a pretense out of it.
Since Nikki Sixx goes out with that Kat Von D bitch, I nominate Tommy Lee to do one of these shows, they would probably be the best ones ever.
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