The Gold Standard of Trash

Thank you VH1. Just when I didn't think the bar could be dropped any lower you brought us Brett Michaels, his glorious weave and a double bus load of Ho-bots. Sweet cheese on crackers, vagina shots? EWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If that bus went off a cliff (oh please, oh please, oh please) it would float on clouds of flammable extensions and cushions of super-inflated breastisises. I swear to God it's enough to make me surrender my ladyflower. Talk about your rode hard and put away wet.

Of course I can't stop watching.