He's baaaaack.

VH1’s Rock of Love, with everyone’s dream paramour Bret Michaels (NOT)
kicked off a second season last night. I didn't think it was possible,
but they found an even fugglier bunch of degenerates than last season
[Note: Do not attempt to eat anything whilst perusing the pics below].
I really think this is how the screening process goes:

1. Have you ever been exposed to high levels of radiation?
   (This includes cosmetic procedures that have gone awry.)

2. Do you have an addiction to meth?
   (preferably to the point at which your teeth have fallen out.)

3. When you worked as a stripper (we're leaving out the possibility
   that you didn't at one time work the pole)
   were you ever involved in a bar brawl that left visible scarring?
   (preferably on the face).

4. How many bags of nickels were you hit with?
   (Buffalo nickels and slugs are acceptable)

5. Can you recall the name of one of the men
   who took your virginity during the gang bang?

6. How many botched cosmetic procedures have you endured?
   (This includes horse-hair extensions and butt implants)

7. What non-traditional clothing items have you used for tops and bottoms? (We'll accept scarves, hats, belts, hair bands, and suspenders)
   

 BTW one of them is definitely a she-man (you guess which one. It won’t be hard).
And I really hope the surprise plot twist this season involves Bret getting down
and really turned on over the pre-op package in her pants.