Damn that Bret Michaels!

I didn't want to do it, but, I did, and I am so ashamed.  I watched "Daisy of Love" on Vh1.  Partially, I was curious to see how Daisy, one of Bret Michael's sloppy seconds, could get her own television show.  She is on a mission to promote herself and hopefully, for her, hook up in the process.  She has followed the tradition of giving nicknames to all of the guys, with the assistance of host, Riki Rachtman.  In fact, he basically produced the nicknames for her.  He obviously has more functional brain cells than Daisy, and therefore, was able to provide some clever pseudonyms, such as "Fox", for a Chris Cornell wannabe, whom she finds hot.  Also, there is "Flex", a guy who manages a gym.  As with many reality-ish shows, a former member of a few casts, "12-pack" resurfaced and claims to be attracted to Daisy.  He made a point that he was not present for the pomp and circumstance, but, to win Daisy's heart.  However, my favorites were these Swedish triplets, who couldn't have been older than 18.  They resembled one of those prototype European androgynous "rock" bands, kind of like Germany's Tokio Hotel.  Each triplet was nicknames, "84", "85", and "86", as Rachtman felt these were the years in which they seemed to be stuck.  So, with their heavily teased, hairsprayed, and sculpted hair, they admitted with thick Swedish accents that they were hoping to partake of free booze and food, and maybe hook up in the process.  Daisy is another story, however,  as she is a well made-up, Pamela Anderson wannabe, and she claims to sing and be a musician.  There is no attempt to make her seem semi-intelligent.  I truly think Rachtman's presence is to provide compensatory brain function.  

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