I have a new favorite TV show — Rock of Love. For those of you who haven’t seen the show yet, it has the exact same format as the Flavor of Love, except it features Poison frontman Bret Michaels instead of Flavor Flav.

The other difference is that the girls aren’t hoodrats, but rather groupies and slutty rocker chicks. The girls are utterly ridiculous; either they are dumb as fuck, slutty as hell or flat out insane, and sometimes all of the above. During the first show, this ghetto (I guess I lied about the hoodrats, because there is at least one) broad Tiffany got absolutely shitcanned and invented a new language — Tiffbonics. She’s about as easy to comprehend as someone speaking Swahili, although every once in a while I did understand something along the lines of “haterade” or “fo’ sho’.” Among the many other highlights was Bret himself. The guy knows that his career isn’t what it once was, but he doesn’t take himself too seriously. He knows that most guys would die to be in his position, and because of that he’s just livin’ it up. Maybe Brady Quinn knew something we didn’t, because I actually like Bret.

Anyway, the second show airs tonight at 9:00 PM EST on VH1. Do yourself a huge favor and tune in. If the second show is as good as the first one is, I may have to start live blogging each episode. Check out the trailer…

Great news, Pacman Jonesin’ (all 14 of you) readers — I’ve just been added to the Celtics-during-the-80s-deep Epic Carnival squad. I’ll be joining a who’s who list of sports bloggers over there around three times a week. Anyway… come one, come all… click on the below image to join the show!