Brett Michaels is a man-whore. That’s not to say that there aren’t people who like his music or that I don’t watch his reality TV show, but we have to call a spade a spade.
The quick recap from Rock of Love I and II is that, in the end, the skanky strippers got sorted from the ONE reasonable person in each season and the right person won. Jess was smart and smoking hot, which was probably the reason why she said “no thanks” right after she won. Ditto for Ambre, although she didn’t catch on to Brett’s doucheness until a little bit later.
Fast forward to the third season where, rather than putting the skanky strippers in a McMansion, they’re on tour busses following Brett around on his tour of small clubs. I mean really, why pretend, he’s looking for someone to bang on tour… he should test out the girls in their native environment. When one of the requirements for contestants are DD (at a minimum) implants, it’s pretty clear what you’re going to get.
The highlight of the first episode? It was when two of the girls thought they really needed to impress Brett. Everyone was drinking and it’s apparently very hip to do your shots out of test tubes. (Actually, I’m guessing that plastic test tubes are amazingly cheap and allow for easy portion control.) So, drunk girls with no underwear + a serious need to impress + no sexual qualms + alcohol in test tubes = insert tube in slot A and consume.
Wow.