Bret Michaels, Renaissance man.

I’m sure you’ve heard the news, but this is how I told my husband.

Me: Have you heard about Bret Michaels’ new show?

My Guy: Is it called “Slut Bus?”

Me: Noooo! It’s “Slut RV” or something. Actually, it has nothing to do with sluts. Bret travels around the country, tricking out broken-down RVs.

My Guy: No sluts?

Me: No. Trust me, I’m disappointed, too.

And … scene!

In other Bret Michaels news, I finally gave Lil’ Frankfurter his heart’s desire. And by “heart’s desire,” I of course mean “The Bret Michaels dog toy I bought on clearance after Christmas because it was so hilarious and then I forgot about because I’m a bad mom.”

Lil’ Frank wears a parka.

Bret Michaels wears a bandana.

Together? They make magic.

As you might imagine, Lil’ Frank immediately removed all of Bret’s stuffing.

That’s why our favorite rocker’s face is looking a bit … deflated.

Bret and Lil’ Frank are now inseparable.

Can we all just agree that you haven’t “made it” until there’s a dog toy in your likeness?

Also, is it any wonder that this little wiener gets away with murder? Look at that face. Oh!

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  • Reply Gary's third pottery blog March 29, 2013 at 12:35 pm

    OMFG! ha!

  • Reply Green Girl in Wisconsin March 29, 2013 at 12:43 pm

    This post made my day. Bret live son. And is loved by a weiner dog.

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