By James
When I heard that my friend, the LEGENDARY Bret Michaels, died, I screamed “why are you talking dirty to me?” Well, after I picked myself up off the floor, I decided to make the call and speak to Bret and he picked up and he was alive. He was steaming mad that these soy boy, EBT warrior, cellar dweller scum were doing him dry. He had the following to say:
“I can’t believe what those soy boys are saying about me! I guess every rose does have its thorn! Now, I know that they are probably doing this for nothing but a good time, but you don’t have to have a good time banging me from the back bitches. Know this and I’m going to give you something to believe in here. I am alive and well and ready to show these EBT warrior scumbags what happens when you mess with poison. James, please put these assclowns on blast.”
(May not be actual comments of Bret Michaels)
You got it. I won’t forget you baby.
