No, it wasnt C.C.
DeVilles aureole of peroxide-white hair, which made him resemble a snow monkey from the mountains of Honshu.
Actually, I was surprised by Poisons affable, articulate frontman, Bret Michaels.
Credit: VH1
By the time the credits rolled, I found myself wanting to hang out with Bret Michaels.
Little did I know that a decade later, the man would be holding televised auditions for the privilege.
And I, predictably, am capital-OObsessed.
Some of my regular blog readers and Twitter followers are dismayed by my love for this show.
But as a fallible human being who craves amazing entertainment, I cant not watch it.
The ladies are expected to get rowdy on the road, but not too rowdy.
But the more reserved contestants are accused of harshing Brets buzz.
Then Brittanya spat at her.
This wasnt girly spit; this was a man-size, pearlescent globule expectorated with practiced ease.
You wont see that onThe Bachelor!
Surprisingly, all the blondes have already been eliminated from the contestant pool.
Maybe there are more surprises in store.
I, for one, am rooting for Bret despite his transgressions.
And once, Bret generously, begrudgingly kissed a contestant who had just vomited.
A guy like that deserves to find his rock of love.
