I literally can't watch more than 10 seconds of this dreck, this stupid, silly slime. The nadir of TV; the absolute pits. First off...why in HELL does Bret Michaels have any kind of career at all, much less on television? He recorded one pitifully shitty hair metal song that actually made Bon Jovi sound good over 20 years ago, and he made a sex tape with Pam Anderson (who didn't?). Because of that...I can't turn my TV channel from one station to another without coming across his shaggy doo-ragged head, Malibu tan, and sagging bedroom eyes as he searches for his eternal love with flat-effect "sincerity" from among the dozens of tattooed, siliconed putanas desperate for a piece of Bret (I guess Slash isn't available) and their 15 minutes of reality-TV fame. Can even the most moronic amongst us take this crap seriously? Teabagging Dubya diehards are repulsed (or at least I hope so). For whom is this entertaining or captivating? Sometimes, in my more upbeat moments, I feel a smidgen of hope for humanity; I allow myself to believe if only for a fraction of time that our better instincts may yet ultimately prevail; that compassion, love, intelligence, concern for our fellow man, and a profound artistic vision will overcome and triumph over all the ugliness and puerility and cynical banality that there is in the world. Then I watch 10 seconds of "Rock Of Love" and I get depressed all over again.

I'm so damn sick of Bret Michaels and his entire Rock of Love saga. I hope the Rock of Love Bus gets a flat tire. What's next: 'Rock of Love Rickshaw.' Big John, where are those passes?

It's time for VHI to pick another aging rockstar to host "Rock of Fluids." I'm getting sick of Bret's bald head.

i would rather be castrated with a rusty razor blade than experience anything with the talentless and totally obnoxious bret michaels.

Agreeably trashy reality TV of the lowest possible order, with a cast of mostly bovine strippers wheedling favors from the surprisingly calculating Poison frontman. Contestants seem intent on proving that white women are capable of deeper sleaze than anything the women of "Flavor of Love" could perpetrate. I am continually disappointed, though, that Michaels doesn't share his makeup tips with the young women, who could really use them. It's the best thing this herd could get from the show...When VH1 airs the marathon, mark your calendar for a long night of heavy drinking...