Rock of Love Seemingly Made of Crack

TALK ROMANTICALLY TO ME Michaels (Photo: Getty Images) Formerly splendid white trash slutfest Rock of Love 2 with Bret Michaels has tragically become a spectacular mess of absolute nothingness and a sad, sad excuse for tawdry reality television. Worse than that Jessica Simpson/Nick Lachey snoozefest. Worse than this whole Scott Baio nonsense. Even worse than the time Anna Nicole, God rest her soul, asked for a pickle.

We at Radar would like nothing more than to provide a smart, entertaining line through last night's eighth installment. But it was almost as if VH1 took the most boring, repetitive moments of this season, edited them together, and presented them as some sort of monotonous, half-assed episode. And no one even took her top off.

The six remaining girls were split into two groups and presented with the uninspired challenge of creating music videos. They both blew. The only surprise was that neither available song was the washed-up one hit wonder's one hit "Every Rose Has Its Thorn." Ambre, Kristy Joe, and Megan won. They got dates. They made out. Blah, blah, blah. The real winner was STDs.