So I am charged with blogging the Einstienesque escapade that is Rock of Love 2.  I have waited months for it’s return.  I have prayed for the skankyness of it’s “ladies”.  I have hoped that Bret would continue his search for pussy lust genital friction love.  I have been rewarded ( you think that writers strike is a coincidence?) with more reality tv.  I shall wollow in all the dirty self-indulgent stink that it has to offer.  My Brett will deliver as surely as those whores will put out. 

Lets talk about just a few of the sperm buckets, shall we.

 Catherine : one thing to say – way old enough to know better.  Just turned 45. 

 Erin:  She doesn’t make the cut ( I suspect Brett thinks she is to good for this and may have a conscience after all) she seems to be the only one without a standing Penecilian prescription and who may change ( were) underware.  I was sorry to she her go.

 Missi : Clearly kicked in the head by a mule during childhood.  Also doesn’t make the cut.

 Jackie:  After momentary lapse in judgement that brought her to the show, Jackie got a look at Brett up close decided she needed to grab her self-respect, throw it over her shoulder, and excuse herself from the race, even though Brett was about to give her a pass.  Jackie, your Italian Momma just regained consciousness.

 Ambre:  Eagerly happy with taking the spot vaccated by Jackie.  Kinda like sloppy seconds.  NO SELF RESPECT WHAT SO EVER.

My favorite of all the girls, whose name has slipped my mind, got so trashed she couldn’t attend the elimination ceremony.  The girls were instructed to inform her , when she woke up, “that her tour has ended”.  Cool Kiss Off Brett, Cool!

So I will need to watch the episode again ( I should have 15 or 16 chances before Sunday) to make my winner prediction.  I should also like to do an alcohol count and a pixulation tally and report on that each week. 

See Ya Soon