Miley Cyrus' mom Tish won Rock of Love! Nah I'm totally kidding -- she was never actually on the show, just the qualifying rounds. From Us Weekly:
The reason Miley Cyrus' parents are splitting after 17 years of marriage: Mom Tish had an affair with rocker Bret Michaels (picture of the two together here). When Billy Ray learned of it - as well as at least one other fling - he filed for divorce Oct. 27, sources tell Us Weekly.
Michaels, 47, "became close to the entire family" this past February when he and Miley released the racy duet "Nothing to Lose," an insider tells Us Weekly. He and Tish, 43, soon began carrying on an on-the-sly romance, sources tell Us Weekly. Tish was seen at Michaels' Feb. 28 show at the Key Club in L.A., and he had once asked her production company’s help to adapt his book, Roses & Thorns, into a movie.
"Billy Ray was completely unaware of what was going on," the source says. "It was a professional relationship that turned into something more."
Obviously that hussy Tish didn't use protection during her romps with Bret. What other way could Billy Ray possibly find out about the affair other than the mysterious new burning sensation coming from his penis? She deserves to get dumped for being so stupid. Sleeping with Bret Michaels without a condom is like leaving a trail of bread crumbs back to your affair.
On his MySpace page yesterday, Bret Michaels posted a few pics of the injuries he suffered at the Tony Awards on Sunday (a set piece awesomely descended onto his head, video here). In a statement released late Tuesday, Michaels' rep said:
"I find it surprising that a Tony spokesperson would brush off this incident with a comment stating 'Mr. Michaels missed his mark' with no mention of concern for his condition. If everyone at the Tonys [was] aware that Bret missed his mark, then they should have been aware enough to stop the set piece from hitting him or at least slowed it down until he cleared the stage. I feel had this incident happened to Liza Minnelli, Dolly Parton or Elton John, the Tonys would have at least issued a letter of concern."
"Bret has performed live, with Poison or solo, for over 20 years and on a daily basis is around pyro, lasers and a moving light show. He understands that there is always an element of risk in any live performance, but Bret entrusts his safety to the crew, whose job it is to make sure the show goes off without a hitch. However, in this situation Bret was not on his stage but was at the mercy of the Tonys. He was performing on the Tonys stage and had the reasonable expectation that that safety of the artist was a priority, and at no time did he do anything over-the-top or outlandish that would have put himself or others in a dangerous situation."
And in the rest of this post, we list things gayer than almost getting killed at an awards ceremony honoring Broadway musicals:
Bret Michaels was injured at last night's Tony Awards by a set piece. As he was exiting the stage following his performance of Nothin' But a Good Time with his band Poison and the cast of the rock-musical Rock of Ages, the falling Broadway backdrop knocked him to the ground. The incident marks the first time in two years that Michaels has been on his back without giving someone syphilis 30 seconds later. *rimshot*
Jennifer Aniston at the premier of Marley & Me in L.A. (12/11)
I've got some good news for Jennifer Aniston: if she's lucky enough to be a contestant on the next season of Rock of Love, she's totally gonna win. On Thursday, Bret Michaels told Us Weekly:
"There is no doubt I find Jennifer [Aniston] to be very hot, smart, funny down-to-earth and a great actress. She is creative and seems to be on top of her business as well. Most importantly, she seems like someone you could take home to meet mom -- yet, behind closed tour bus doors, she could rock your world. I am really just stating the facts as I see them."
He also adds that he "respects" Aniston's and John Mayer's on-again relationship, "but should John fall out of the picture for some reason... I'm just saying." (Source)
Let me get this straight. Bret's got a fresh group of half-naked, silcone-chested, wannabe stripper-skanks that want nothing more than to bang him every hour of every day, and he's pining to hook up with Jennifer Aniston? That's like choosing Dom Perignon over a six-pack of Coors Light. Sure one's considered classier than the other, but the other is known for its wide mouths.
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