Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time

We now interrupt the recap of our Arizona Road Trip to bring to you a review of the best show on TV today. For those of you who don't get the reference I give in the headline, I'm talking about VH1's Rock of Love.

Rock of Love is a Bachelor/Flavor of Love knockoff that has Poison lead singer Bret Michaels as the Bachelor looking for the perfect bimbo that he can cheat on while he's touring the world with his hair band. The difference between the Bachelor and Rock of Love is simply the fact that instead of roses, Brett Michaels gives women who move to the next round Backstage Passes. Another big difference between Rock of Love and The Bachelor is the fact that when Bret decides to keep a girl around for another week, instead of telling her how much he liked her because she was smart or pretty, etc. etc., he instead tells her how horny the girl makes him or how "wonderful her breasts are."

In this past week's episode, they attached a blood monitoring device to Bret's member to measure the blood flow while each girl talked dirty phone sex to him. It was both disgusting and "I can't look away from a 200 car train crash" at the same time.

It's simply a fabulous show that mixes a rocker, 20 or so bimbo girls - a large majority of them with really, really fake boobs -- current or former strippers and copious amounts of alcohol. It's a mix that makes for a killer show. The show has been on for 2 weeks thus far and it's tremendous about of debauchery has made it simply my favorite show on TV today. I can't even put into words how ridiculous are the comments that come out of these girls' mouths and Bret's mouth. I can't even capture it in this blog.

So intead, I implore you - no, I beg you - to watch this show. ...

I'm back tomorrow with the story of Day 6 of our trip when we stood on the corner of Winslow, AZ without Bret Michaels and his 20 bimbo babes....