One of the hazards of doing this job happens when talking shit about someone backfires. The shit-talking isn't meant to be mean-spirited, but it sometimes comes across as such in an (admittedly lame) attempt to be funny. The snark is meant to entertain the reader - not to be hurtful to the subject of the post. Well, you know what they say about good intentions - the road to hell is paved with them. One person who has suffered at the hand of my "wit" is someone who has recently become dear to my heart - Bret Michaels. It happened by accident. I, for some unknown reason, put Rock of Love at the top of my Netflix queue over the holidays. There's nothing like hair metal to get me in the mood for Christmas, apparently. Anyways, it turned out to be a fabulous confluence of events: the arrival of the discs, buying a box of wine (yes, you read that correctly) and getting my boyfriend wildly drunk. What followed was nothing short of a miracle - he didn't leave the couch for the rest of the evening and we both became hooked on Bret's reality dating show. The fact that Bret came off as a likable and relatable character surprised us both - and made the episodes all the more enjoyable. We came to root for him, as well as the girls, while also enjoying the jaw-dropping antics of some of the more colorful characters. It turns out Michaels is someone I'd like to meet! Ah, to while away an afternoon with Bret - chatting about everything from strip clubs to motorcross - that would be a dream. Unfortunately for me, I forgot about a huge error on my part - I've made fun of Bret on PLP. Damn it. Hindsight being what it is, I'd like to issue a sincere apology. Bret, you rock! You and your pussy posse have provided me and my boyfriend with hours of entertainment - with hopefully much more to come. May we meet face to face one day. Rest assured, the beers are on me.
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