Over the summer, one of the rehabbers I worked with got me hooked on Bret Michaels: Rock of Love. Because it was the scariest, most disturbing show we'd ever seen. I couldn't ever watch an entire episode, but I'd watch as much as possible and then at work we'd die laughing over all the awful, sketchy, whoredom that it was.

Oh, the trash.

I don't watch much reality tv, so I'm still a little new to the whole 'car-crash' tv concept. But that is this show: it is so slimy and so nasty and it's really hypnotizing in all its grossness.

(And yes, after keeping in some girl, Bret Michaels really did say: Ah, my Ukranian love tank ...)

*last season the girl who won was so obviously not really into him that it made it all just a little bit better. But watching this old man make out with a girl that's barely legal is just squickifying. Really. I can't believe these girls are all crazy enough to actually lurrrve Bret. And his icky, icky bandana too.