ok, so I love me some reality TV just as much as the next drunk bloke. sign me up for an all day America's Next Top Model marathon and I'm in it to win it...... but for real????? wtf is the appeal of this guy?
Bret Michaels. Oh man. When your only claim to fame is being one of the easiest Halloween costumes in the world to replicate (besides lady whorega), just bury me. For real, throw on a blonde wig and a bandana and some tight jeans and TA-DA, you're Bret Michaels, I would laugh at myself.
This broski not only gets ONE reality tv show, but two??? I could understand before when it was a bunch of washed up whores wanting to bang someone from an 80s hair band, that was totally acceptable. I loved Bret Michaels when he was skanking it up with a bunch of extension and corset wearing sluts trying to find true love. But back up the soul train, because someone tell me when this dude became such the family man????
So in order to get 9 reality shows basically,VH1, what you're telling me is that I have to first, be a slut, then have a brain hemmorage, then a stroke, then an OD of viagara, then a vagina transplant, then a stroke, then a penis wax......... annnnd.... I'm good for syndication? Wait, I have to go on tour somewhere in there with Miley Cyrus and her stank ass vag, and also come up with this random family that no one knew I had. Are you kidding me???? Nothing makes me more angry than people who are famous-er than me and for no good reason.
I get the Bret Michaels of the Poison days, for sure. No doubt I woulda been banging some sort of band member from the 80s if I wasn't 5 then. But now that he's a washed up hasbeen and had some medical mishaps, I have to watch his family life and "wild shenanigans" on half assed cable television???? No thank you. Kenny Powers, lead me into some more solid washed up has been television programming. UGH.
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