Rock of Love Tour Bus

Sometimes in life, not very often, but sometimes what was once almost perfect is made perfect with but the slightest of adjustments. Take the hamburger, for instance. Great sandwich, sure, but when you add cheese (as Mr. Kaelin did in Louisville in 1934) it becomes the perfect sandwich. Or how about Cherry Coke? Color TVs? Foreign-made cars? There are tons of them. Anyway, my point here is that last season's Rock of Love II was almost perfect. To borrow a phrase from Ron Burgundy, "If you don't think so, I will fight you." But this time, they took Brett Michaels and sent him on tour with 20 or so of the nastiest, trampiest, sleeziest, unscrupulous-iest bimbos in the world. Oh, and they kicked off the tour in Louisville. And voila! Perfection.

I'd like to thank VH-1 for giving me something worth watching on Sunday nights. Take that Desperate Housewives, Cold Case, 24 and Masterpiece Classics on PBS. You just got your world rocked by a washed up hairband lead singer and a bunch of skanks.