If you didn’t watch last night’s Tony Awards, you missed out on the greatest Tony Awards ever. Granted, I only watched about 15 seconds of it, but I’ve watched those 15 seconds about eight times now. Bret Michaels from “Rock of Love” (and, okay, Poison) performed live with the cast of Rock of Ages at the Tonys, and the end of “Nothin’ But a Good Time” was marred made awesome when a descending set piece damn near took off his head.
He was knocked to the ground, and while the extent of his injury was not known, he did not break his nose, despite wide speculation that he had. A publicist later told PEOPLE that Michaels was hoping to hit some after-parties but was “getting X-rays.” Calling him “a trooper,” she added that Michaels “had a blast performing.”
Doctors were impressed Michaels survived, calling the set “as dangerous as sex with the girls from ‘Rock of Love II’.”



… and by “getting X-rays,” he meant “getting head from Stockard Channing.”
Bret Michaels and Fergie were born conjoined twins attached by their dicks.
Better a set piece than Sacha Baron Cohen’s ass
/Marshall Matthers’ed
He Cried Tough.
And I’d take head from Stockard Channing.
At least that scenery wasn’t in danger of being trampled on by a dwarf, which is how Brett likes to relax.
calling the set “as dangerous as sex with the girls from ‘Rock of Love II’.”
So…are you writing jokes for Jay Leno’s new show???
I couldn’t figure out why Poison was playing the Tony Awards, and then it hit me. Oh right… they’re f-cking gay.
Unskinny Bop indeed!