Last night, the Rock of Love 2 crew took a jaunt to the city of sin. Not the kind of disease-sharing, drug-fueled, mindblowingly raunchy jaunt to Vegas that Michaels knows from his hair band heydays, though. What should have been a freak fest between the dated rockstar and his unstable stable of bimbos was a weepfest drenched in the unmistakable stench of C.C. DeVille.

Oh, and golf. Jessica, a self-proclaimed high school varsity golfer, mocked Destiney's inferior putting capacity, not knowing of course that it's far more embarrassing to be good at golf than bad. Destiney took it all in stride, demonstrating what she undoubtedly lettered in—rolling around on the ground and flashing her crotch—her own take on the concept of a hole in one.

Back at the Hard Rock Hotel, Heather (who lost last season, and was thus clearly an expert on how to snag Michaels) continued her mission to stir up the drama. When told that Daisy has hooked up with Bret "like 500 times," Heather decided Daisy is evil and had to be stopped, and did what every self-respecting groupie would do: talked a whole lot of smack. Destiney got riled up (screaming, rolling around on pool tables, etc) and before long it was time for cocktails. Glasses were thrown. Pointer fingers were waved. People everywhere wept. Daisy said something incomprehensible about her uncle being Oscar de la Hoya and then, "If I wanted to fuck my way out, I would have fucking called him." Weird.

Then she confessed to Michaels that not only does she still live with her boyfriend, but she also one time "hung out" with Michaels' band mate, fellow VH1 reality star, C.C. DeVille.

At elimination, Michaels narrowed the field to his "holy trinity"—three uniquely intolerable skanks. He distributed the first pass to Daisy, probably because he was afraid her uncle or boyfriend would kick his ass if he doesn't. Daisy, who might actually be a robot, had some sort of weird circuit failure and twitched around for awhile. Other passes went to the preschool-teacher-voiced, granny panty-wearing Ambre, followed by glass-throwing, panty flashing Destiney. Jessica, the only one offering Michaels a chance at a sane relationship, remained passless, because she wasn't rock and roll (read: not a drunken whore).

What we learned this week: Nice, clean, and honest loses to skeezy, lying, and implanted in Bret's world. Also, if there were a drinking game in which players took shots when someone said "awesome," they'd be blitzed by the first commercial break.