What the hell happened to VH1’s episode naming staff?!?! They used to be so brilliant, and now two weeks in a row they’ve come up with these weak ass episode names. Someone send in a search party!
So, Heather, Lacey and Jes are the three remaining girls at this point. And, according to VH1 craptastic reality dating shows as pioneered by Flavor of Love 1, that means it’s time to… meet the parents.
Bret says to the camera, “You marry the girl, you marry the parents.” That’s actually pretty good advice. But, who the fuck does this rock of douche think he’s kidding bringing up the word “marriage” in reference to these girls?! At VegasOdds.com, I believe “Bret Michaels Marrying a Rock of Love Cast Member” comes in just above “Britney Spears Eats Babies” – which isn’t to say it’s impossible; it’s just not likely to happen… we hope… in both cases.
Heather’s parents show up first, and are pretty much exactly what you’d expect would raise a white trash stripper at Scores in Vegas… which is not to say I don’t like them. Trust me, out of all of the parents that I’d get along with, it would probably be Heather’s parents – I have relatives just like them.
Next are Jes’s parents. Now, Bret admits that he was afraid that Jes’s parents were going to be, “an uptight banker and his completely arrogant trophy wife”.
Nope! That’s actually the description of Lacey’s parents. Jes’s parents, meanwhile, are cool, down to earth, and utterly normal. A little too “white bread” for my tastes, but they’re still cool. They just don’t make for good reality TV – which probably means that they’re the best human beings as a whole out of the bunch.
Ahhhh… Lacey’s parents. At first, I was expecting Bret to open the door, and have it just be a couple of rabies infested wolves standing at the door.
After a few minutes of Lacey’s parents being on the screen, I kind of wish they were. But, since Heather’s date is first, we’ll save that for later in the blog.
So, Bret takes Heather and her ‘rents to the Saddle Ranch. I’ve driven by there many a time, and though I’ve never actually been inside I’ve heard it’s fabulous. It looked like fun on the episode.
Heather is amazed at having both of her parents together for the show because, “This is only the second time I’ve seen my parents together in the same room in my life – that I can remember.”
Oh, that entire sentence explains a WHOLE lot about the enigma that is Heather.
So, at the Saddle Ranch, the four of them are kickin’ back some brewskies ‘n shootin’ the shit (sorry, I have to get into character with these people). Heather’s Mom, Brenda, motioned to her father, David, and says, “Hey… tell them about the Chinese… you know…”
I’m thinking to myself, “Oh! See, they’ve been to China, and they’ve made some observations on Chinese culture and society. See! They’re not backwater rubes.”
However, it soon becomes clear that when she’s says, “the Chinese”, she is referring to a singular Chinese man that Heather’s father sat next to on a plane flight once.
As if that’s not bad enough, here’s his story about, you know, “the Chinese”:
*silence*… I mean, REALLY, what the hell can you say to that? Seriously, where can one even begin?
Moving along…
So, Bret dares Heather to ride the bull. (Hmmm… a stripper with fake boobs riding a bull… I wonder what will happen next!)
Because Heather has had so much experience doing the reverse cowgirl, she stays on quite a long time before (inevitably) being forcibly removed by said mechanical bull. (I guess even machines can sense a burning sensation.)
In her confessional, Heather states, “The bull starts shimmy-shakin’. My tatters are flip-floppin’ everywhere. People are cheerin’. Gosh.”
You read that right, folks – “tatters”. ????????? Never heard them referred to that before. Then again, I haven’t been a stripper at Scores Las Vegas for five years. I guess we should all be glad that she’s only enlightened us to the word “tatters”. I shudder to think what else they’ve been referred to as in the course of her career.
So, Bret says he had a great time and really got along well with her parents. NO! You don’t say! An aging 80’s rocker getting along well with some drunk good ol’ boy, trailer park residents while drinking from a beer bong and watching one of his stripper chew toys “tatters” flying all over the place on a mechanical bull?!
Next you’re going to tell me that Paris Hilton takes Valtrex!
Moving along…
The next date is with Jes and her parents. Bret takes the three of them to one of his favorite stores in Melrose, Rock and Roll Religion. They are greeted by “fashion expert” Michelle.
Moving along…
So, Bret dares Heather to ride the bull. (Hmmm… a stripper with fake boobs riding a bull… I wonder what will happen next!)
Because Heather has had so much experience doing the reverse cowgirl, she stays on quite a long time before (inevitably) being forcibly removed by said mechanical bull. (I guess even machines can sense a burning sensation.)
In her confessional, Heather states, “The bull starts shimmy-shakin’. My tatters are flip-floppin’ everywhere. People are cheerin’. Gosh.”
You read that right, folks – “tatters”. ????????? Never heard them referred to that before. Then again, I haven’t been a stripper at Scores Las Vegas for five years. I guess we should all be glad that she’s only enlightened us to the word “tatters”. I shudder to think what else they’ve been referred to as in the course of her career.
So, Bret says he had a great time and really got along well with her parents. NO! You don’t say! An aging 80’s rocker getting along well with some drunk good ol’ boy, trailer park residents while drinking from a beer bong and watching one of his stripper chew toys “tatters” flying all over the place on a mechanical bull?!
Next you’re going to tell me that Paris Hilton takes Valtrex!
Moving along…
The next date is with Jes and her parents. Bret takes the three of them to one of his favorite stores in Melrose, Rock and Roll Religion. They are greeted by “fashion expert” Michelle.
Just because the lady has a British accent does NOT make her a “fashion expert”. In fact, she proceeds to dress up Jes’s clearly middle-America, normal as can be parents in the following:
Where does she get her fashion sense from: Gene Simmons’ post-show wadded up tissues?
(Look, even Bret Michaels is pointing at them and laughing! Dickwad, you’re the one that dragged them there in the first place! Do you think you look any less ridiculous?)
Bret says he also had a great date with Jes and her family. (Personally, I’d be pissed if I were Jes. “The other girls get to go out and eat, and I have to go shopping for crappy clothes that make me look like Avril Lavigne with my parents and some stupid British twat? WTF?!”)
Finally, Bret decides to take Lacey’s parents out to a nice dinner at some joint named “Eat”. (I actually googled it, and the official name is “eat. on sunset”. It’s run by Joachim Splichal, the head of the Patina Group: this TOTALLY killer restaurant & catering group. My friend’s rehearsal day breakfast was catered by them at Descanso Gardens, and I pretty much ate my entire body weight in their cheese alone. Don’t even get me started on what I did to the pasta and salad – I still can’t believe I was actually able to get into my bridesmaid dress.)
Sorry, I know I do those side rants that no one gives a crap about. I’m just frickin’ starving right now. In fact, let me hit up the local all-you-can-eat Indian buffet, and I’ll come back to this in about an hour…
(Approximately 1 hr. later)
Dahhhhhhhhhh… love their Channa Masala… want to bathe in it…
Anywho, back to the show. Immediately, we get to see just what a giant asshole Lacey’s dad is. It becomes pretty clear where Lacey has gotten her douchey personality from.
First of all, let’s have a look at the quintessential examples of an asshole Dallas tycoon and his trophy mistress – I mean wife, now! WIFE!
They’re exactly like you pictured them, aren’t they?
So, Lacey’s douchey dad goes right to work on Bret. He pretty much interrogates him, which in itself is not what I take issue with. Hell, if MY daughter went on a reality dating show where she was one of 20 chew toys of a washed up hair metal band singer, I wouldn’t even bother showing up – I’d be too busy writing her out of the will.
It’s just that he’s such a cocky ASS about it. And, we soon find out that his questioning is not really about Lacey. Much like everything else in Mr. Lacey’s Dad’s life, IT’S ALL ABOUT HIM. He says to Bret, “I happen to be a very wealthy man… so [if you marry my daughter] I hope you know there’d be a prenup involved.”
“Brass ones” doesn’t even begin to illustrate the set this dude is carting around. He makes Cisco Adler look like he hasn’t even hit puberty, yet.
Later, Bret is feeling the pressure, and trying to get the conversation off of him and his intentions for Lacey (other than the current use of sperm receptacle), he asks, “Is there some kinda hot sauce on those fries, or is it just my tongue that’s on fire?”
If there is any doubt in your mind as to what kind of person Lacey’s dad is (whose name is “Otis”, BTW, which means he’s got to be over 100 years old since no one has named their children that since the 19th century), the next words out of his mouth ought to eliminate any doubts: “I think it’s all the lies you’re telling.”
Now, anyone who’s read any of these reality TV blogs knows that I am not exactly a Bret Michaels fan. But, this dude has done nothing other than be very polite to you and your trophy trollop, and answer your inane questions about his intentions for your daughter, whom we all know is at best a beat off rag for Mr. Michaels, and is lucky she’s even that. Otis is a royal douche and a half. No wonder Lacey is such “a waste of sperm and egg”.
The last little bit we see of the dinner, is Otis asking Bret, “So, do you have any hair under that hat?”
OK, that is pretty frickin’ hilarious. He’s still a douche, though.
Back at the house, Lacey and her Dad walk in on Heather hanging out topless. (You seem surprised.) Lacey gets all indignant about how Heather can possibly walk around topless with her father in the room.
Well, Lacey:
A.) You’re father wasn’t IN the room when she was relaxing alone & topless
B.) It’s her fucking room
Anywho, back to the show. Immediately, we get to see just what a giant asshole Lacey’s dad is. It becomes pretty clear where Lacey has gotten her douchey personality from.
First of all, let’s have a look at the quintessential examples of an asshole Dallas tycoon and his trophy mistress – I mean wife, now! WIFE!
They’re exactly like you pictured them, aren’t they?
So, Lacey’s douchey dad goes right to work on Bret. He pretty much interrogates him, which in itself is not what I take issue with. Hell, if MY daughter went on a reality dating show where she was one of 20 chew toys of a washed up hair metal band singer, I wouldn’t even bother showing up – I’d be too busy writing her out of the will.
It’s just that he’s such a cocky ASS about it. And, we soon find out that his questioning is not really about Lacey. Much like everything else in Mr. Lacey’s Dad’s life, IT’S ALL ABOUT HIM. He says to Bret, “I happen to be a very wealthy man… so [if you marry my daughter] I hope you know there’d be a prenup involved.”
“Brass ones” doesn’t even begin to illustrate the set this dude is carting around. He makes Cisco Adler look like he hasn’t even hit puberty, yet.
Later, Bret is feeling the pressure, and trying to get the conversation off of him and his intentions for Lacey (other than the current use of sperm receptacle), he asks, “Is there some kinda hot sauce on those fries, or is it just my tongue that’s on fire?”
If there is any doubt in your mind as to what kind of person Lacey’s dad is (whose name is “Otis”, BTW, which means he’s got to be over 100 years old since no one has named their children that since the 19th century), the next words out of his mouth ought to eliminate any doubts: “I think it’s all the lies you’re telling.”
Now, anyone who’s read any of these reality TV blogs knows that I am not exactly a Bret Michaels fan. But, this dude has done nothing other than be very polite to you and your trophy trollop, and answer your inane questions about his intentions for your daughter, whom we all know is at best a beat off rag for Mr. Michaels, and is lucky she’s even that. Otis is a royal douche and a half. No wonder Lacey is such “a waste of sperm and egg”.
The last little bit we see of the dinner, is Otis asking Bret, “So, do you have any hair under that hat?”
OK, that is pretty frickin’ hilarious. He’s still a douche, though.
Back at the house, Lacey and her Dad walk in on Heather hanging out topless. (You seem surprised.) Lacey gets all indignant about how Heather can possibly walk around topless with her father in the room.
Well, Lacey:
A.) You’re father wasn’t IN the room when she was relaxing alone & topless
B.) It’s her fucking room
C.) He sure as hell didn’t waste any time sitting on your bed and watching her run around topless to find a shirt
Ewwww! He even has a drink in his hand!
(I’m telling you, that graphic will NEVER get old.)
Heather pretty much summarizes what everyone is thinking, albeit with a 3rd grader’s vernacular: “So I walk out and Lacey’s dad is completely staring into my tatters. It’s, like, freaking me out. Creepy, creepy, creeperton.”
Oh Heather, the wonderful times we could have had together if only you weren’t a 32-year old stripper with Bret Michaels’s name tattooed on your neck…
So, Lacey continues to be a complete bitch, and when showing her “mother” (AKA: her Dad’s trophy whore) the stripper pole in the living room, she shouts at Heather, “Hey Heather! Why don’t you come down here and show us some of your stripper moves?”
Yeah, because we haven’t seen you rub your diseased cooter all over it for free during the entire course of the show. Good gosh, you seriously couldn’t pay me enough to touch the stripper pole in the “Rock of Love” house. There are diseases on there that scientists haven’t even discovered, yet.
So, Bret thinks it’s a great idea to have dinner with the three families. (Great for reality TV, but not so great for anyone who is actually hungry in that house.)
Lacey’s dad (I still can’t believe his name is “Otis”) thinks it’s appropriate dinner conversation to say, “How ‘bout everyone give their bios.” He actually says that – bios.
Jes tells her story about how she did something, was OK at it, didn’t like it, now’s a bartender… sorry, I wasn’t really listening to her. This show was all about the Heather and Lacey dynamic. Jes is just coasting along at this point for the win.
Heather then goes up and says she graduated from college with “a couple of degrees”, one being a BA in Communications. (Do they teach you about “tatters” in Communications? I know they didn’t over in the English Department.)
Of course, then she gets to the part where she says that she “fell into dancing. Just like that! Dancing was the well to her Baby Jessica. (Ten million points if you get that reference.)
Lacey’s dad acts like the condescending a-hold that he is (while deluding himself into thinking he’s fooling everyone into thinking he’s a charitable softie), and says to Heather, “Well, I can connect you up with Time-Warner. They’re a client of mine.”
1. You can pay Time-Warner to “connect you up” – they are a cable provider after all. (I know, horrible pun, but I had to do it.)
2. That’s the least you can do after staring at her hooters earlier without even giving her a good tip.
3. You are such a douche.
Heather, in her confessional, has the perfect response: “Dude, shut the fuck up. Worry about yourself… and that lying daughter of yours.”
Otis then goes on to brag about the apple of his eye, Lacey. While Lacey has portrayed herself as a “starving artist” in Bret’s own words, her dad reveals that she doesn’t have to work, because she lives off of her “investments”.
OK, coming from a somewhat wealthy family myself, I can tell you EXACTLY what that means. Her dad pays for everything via an allowance. Call it what you want to, but that’s exactly what it is – money that he gave to her for no other reason than she’s his daughter. Trust.
He then goes on to say, “She plays the stock market.”
If by stock market you mean Bret Michaels’s penis, then yes, she does play the “stock market”.
Anyway, dinner goes to hell in a handbasket when Heather starts calling Lacey out on all of the nasty things she’s done since being at the house. I would too, especially since her dad keeps going on and on about how smart/rich/perfect/virginal Lacey is. Lacey deflects most of it, until her “mother” helps her escape to the kitchen.
Seriously, they’re probably almost the same age, folks.
Dinner is pretty much ruined, so everyone goes to bed.
The next day, Lacey goes over to Bret while he’s working out. (Gotta work off the “coke bloat” somehow.) She starts doing what she’s known best for: talking shit and manipulating. However, this time she’s talking about Heather.
Heather just so happens to be standing on the balcony over them and hears all the shit Lacey’s talking about her. She charges down there and confronts Lacey for talking about her and her family. Lacey at first looks like a possum about to be swallowed by a bear, but then regains her composure and keeps trying to explain herself by starting every sentence with “Sweetie, listen…” Heather ain’t playin’ that shit though, and tells her, “Don’t call me sweetie!” She then calls her out for being the manipulative, back-stabbing bitch that she is and storms back into the house.
Bret seems genuinely upset about this fight, and tells Lacey she’d better go patch things up with Heather. (AKA: Get the fuck away from me ho, I need to struggle to lift these 10 lbs. dumb bells without any witnesses.)
So, Lacey and Heather meet up inside in the most epic battle of the whole “Rock of Love” season. Of course, Lacey’s douchey dad and her brain dead trophy mom enter the room while Heather is ripping Lacey a new asshole.
Heather accuses Lacey of riding her coattails throughout the show (that’s sad if you have to ride someone’s coattails on a shitty reality TV show), and adds, “When you’re dad sees the show, he is gonna DIE.” Lacey tries to act all calm and dignified (neither of which should ever appear in the same sentence as Lacey), but pretty much gets served by a 32 year old Vegas stripper.
Dinner is pretty much ruined, so everyone goes to bed.
The next day, Lacey goes over to Bret while he’s working out. (Gotta work off the “coke bloat” somehow.) She starts doing what she’s known best for: talking shit and manipulating. However, this time she’s talking about Heather.
Heather just so happens to be standing on the balcony over them and hears all the shit Lacey’s talking about her. She charges down there and confronts Lacey for talking about her and her family. Lacey at first looks like a possum about to be swallowed by a bear, but then regains her composure and keeps trying to explain herself by starting every sentence with “Sweetie, listen…” Heather ain’t playin’ that shit though, and tells her, “Don’t call me sweetie!” She then calls her out for being the manipulative, back-stabbing bitch that she is and storms back into the house.
Bret seems genuinely upset about this fight, and tells Lacey she’d better go patch things up with Heather. (AKA: Get the fuck away from me ho, I need to struggle to lift these 10 lbs. dumb bells without any witnesses.)
So, Lacey and Heather meet up inside in the most epic battle of the whole “Rock of Love” season. Of course, Lacey’s douchey dad and her brain dead trophy mom enter the room while Heather is ripping Lacey a new asshole.
Heather accuses Lacey of riding her coattails throughout the show (that’s sad if you have to ride someone’s coattails on a shitty reality TV show), and adds, “When you’re dad sees the show, he is gonna DIE.” Lacey tries to act all calm and dignified (neither of which should ever appear in the same sentence as Lacey), but pretty much gets served by a 32 year old Vegas stripper.
Harsh.
Heather then directly addresses “Otis”, and says flat out to him, “You’re daughter is a slut!” Otis looks absolutely incredulous, and stammers back with the eloquent, “Hey hey hey!” Ooooh, DIS! She then says to Lacey, “Are you going to tell him about how you’re the only one who’s done all the sexual shit with Bret in the house?!” Lacey stammers back, “That’s not true!”
And then the bombshell comes – Heather screams back at her, “I saw you suck his dick!!!”
Ladies and gentlemen, this is craptastic television at its finest.
Otis responds with the seethingly witty comeback of, “Yeah? Well… you’re trashy.”
*sigh*
1.) Duh. Tell us something we don’t know.
2.) As trashy as she is WITHOUT sucking Bret Michaels’s dick, how much more so is your daughter for doing so?
3.) Great comeback. *dripping sarcasm*
Lacey then goes psychotic in her confessional (because that’s what crazy people do). She claims that Heather can insult her all she wants, but “don’t disrespect my parents. What did they ever do to you?”
Another numbered list…
1.) She wasn’t disrespecting your parents. She was calling you about for trying to hide the whore that you are in front of them.
2.) You’re dad acted like a condescending dick to Heather at dinner last night, barged in on her while she was half naked in her room, then proceeded to lay back on the bed (and I still can’t get over the fact that he even had a drink in his hand) and proceeded to ogle Heather’s naked flesh – without tipping!
Then, Lacey does her typical shpeal about, “Don’t fuck with my friends or family, or you’re dead, blah blah blah.”
And then the bombshell comes – Heather screams back at her, “I saw you suck his dick!!!”
Ladies and gentlemen, this is craptastic television at its finest.
Otis responds with the seethingly witty comeback of, “Yeah? Well… you’re trashy.”
*sigh*
1.) Duh. Tell us something we don’t know.
2.) As trashy as she is WITHOUT sucking Bret Michaels’s dick, how much more so is your daughter for doing so?
3.) Great comeback. *dripping sarcasm*
Lacey then goes psychotic in her confessional (because that’s what crazy people do). She claims that Heather can insult her all she wants, but “don’t disrespect my parents. What did they ever do to you?”
Another numbered list…
1.) She wasn’t disrespecting your parents. She was calling you about for trying to hide the whore that you are in front of them.
2.) You’re dad acted like a condescending dick to Heather at dinner last night, barged in on her while she was half naked in her room, then proceeded to lay back on the bed (and I still can’t get over the fact that he even had a drink in his hand) and proceeded to ogle Heather’s naked flesh – without tipping!
Then, Lacey does her typical shpeal about, “Don’t fuck with my friends or family, or you’re dead, blah blah blah.”
See, here is my #1 problem with Lacey – she’s all about talking a lot of shit and acting hard. But, she never backs it up!!! Lacey has said she’s going to beat the other chicks in the house down, that she’ll fuck anyone up who gets in her way, don’t disrespect her family or she’ll kill you, etc. BUT, when it actually comes time to get physical, Lacey has gotten her ass handed to her by Jes, Dallas, Rodeo, and Heather!
You’re not a bad ass. Now, take your Prozac, and write in your dream journal, “sweetie”.
So, understandably Lacey’s father is perturbed with this news. He marches out with his daughter to confront Bret. He greets Bret with a, “Sorry to bother you there, Big Boy…”
Does his trophy wife know he’s talking to other men like that? Feh, like she cares. She’s too busy buying another Malta-poo.
Being from Dallas, he cuts right to the chase, “Did my daughter suck your dick?”
You’re not a bad ass. Now, take your Prozac, and write in your dream journal, “sweetie”.
So, understandably Lacey’s father is perturbed with this news. He marches out with his daughter to confront Bret. He greets Bret with a, “Sorry to bother you there, Big Boy…”
Does his trophy wife know he’s talking to other men like that? Feh, like she cares. She’s too busy buying another Malta-poo.
Being from Dallas, he cuts right to the chase, “Did my daughter suck your dick?”
WHOA THERE, COWBOY!!!
And, that’s exactly what Bret’s face says, too.
Lacey then turns on the waterworks and claims that Heather was disrespectful by telling her father that she sucked his dick. (NOTE: Neither Lacey or Bret deny this fact, folks!!!)
Apparently moved by her tears, Otis CLAIMS that it’s none of his business what his 31 year old daughter’s sex life consists of, but you just know he’s going through his mental rolodex to see who would be the best person to contract for the hit on Michaels’s life.
And, that’s exactly what Bret’s face says, too.
Lacey then turns on the waterworks and claims that Heather was disrespectful by telling her father that she sucked his dick. (NOTE: Neither Lacey or Bret deny this fact, folks!!!)
Apparently moved by her tears, Otis CLAIMS that it’s none of his business what his 31 year old daughter’s sex life consists of, but you just know he’s going through his mental rolodex to see who would be the best person to contract for the hit on Michaels’s life.
All right, so this blog is way too dang long already, so I’ll just cut to eliminations. (I always say I’m gonna do better, and I never do! WAAAAAAAHHHHHH!) =…( Thanks for putting up with my blathering ass… not literally, of course. That would be a rather disgusting condition requiring immediate medical attention.
So, the three remaining girls stand there with their parents, whom Bret then sends off. He calls Jes up first. (Again, no big surprise there. She’s pretty much been the only source of peace and quiet in the house this past week.)
So, it’s the final showdown between Lacey and Heather. Bret says he’s impressed by Heather’s dedication with the tattoo (dedication or retardation – just because they rhyme doesn’t mean they’re synonyms, Bret), but that Lacey is driven. (Driven many a man to the grave with her cooch of death.)
Bret calls Lacey to the front, and for a minute I’m ready to turn off the TV and take out my rage on a plate of spaghetti. But, Bret then tells Lacey that there are parts of her that he loves, but then there are parts of her that are (to use my own words) pretty much compiled of all the reasons that genocides occur. He thanks her for being there, but tells her that “her tour is up”.
So, the three remaining girls stand there with their parents, whom Bret then sends off. He calls Jes up first. (Again, no big surprise there. She’s pretty much been the only source of peace and quiet in the house this past week.)
So, it’s the final showdown between Lacey and Heather. Bret says he’s impressed by Heather’s dedication with the tattoo (dedication or retardation – just because they rhyme doesn’t mean they’re synonyms, Bret), but that Lacey is driven. (Driven many a man to the grave with her cooch of death.)
Bret calls Lacey to the front, and for a minute I’m ready to turn off the TV and take out my rage on a plate of spaghetti. But, Bret then tells Lacey that there are parts of her that he loves, but then there are parts of her that are (to use my own words) pretty much compiled of all the reasons that genocides occur. He thanks her for being there, but tells her that “her tour is up”.
YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally, this stupid, bitchy cunt is off my television for good! *weeps for joy* No longer do I have to hear about all the bad ass shit she’s going to do, only to watch her just go and tattle on people to Bret. Good riddance, cum dumpster! Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out – seriously, it’ll leak all over the floor, and we don’t need another “Sumthin’” episode on VH1. (Another ten million points if you get that reference.)
So, Heather gets her pass, and Bret reveals that the final ceremony will take place in Cabo San Lucas. Heather is excited because that’s where she filmed her first “Girls Gone Wild” DVD.
Next week is the prerequisite “clip show” that shows all of the boring stuff that these (for the most part) dumb, used-up slags did while they were in the house that didn’t originally make it to air.
So, Heather gets her pass, and Bret reveals that the final ceremony will take place in Cabo San Lucas. Heather is excited because that’s where she filmed her first “Girls Gone Wild” DVD.
Next week is the prerequisite “clip show” that shows all of the boring stuff that these (for the most part) dumb, used-up slags did while they were in the house that didn’t originally make it to air.
Wait a minute… that means I’m going to have to see Lacey’s stankin’ ass again!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cheers,
E
(NOTE: All pictures are from VH1's Rock of Love Blog.)
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