Name that song, win a prize.
So the other night, I go to this concert with the pops, the brother, the herzbin… and her
We don’t look alike at all. Wait.
The 38 especial opened the party
and then, right when everyone was feelin’ good, there was this guy.
Bret Michaels. Rock of Love. Celebrity Apprentice. Poison. Subarachnoid Hemorrhage. He is known by all of these things.
And he loves him some Bret Michaels.
If the Woodlands Pavilion had let him, the man would have had made the entire audience wear his shirts all night.
Just like he did. 3 costume changes. 3 different t-shirts. All Bret Michaels.
Anyway, then these guys showed up
And that’s when I got just real friggin’ excited and started taking some breathtaking photographs
Being that it is a work of art, this photo is open for interpretation.
Free as a bird, man. I dig it.
In conclusion:
Every Rose Has It’s Thorn.
Skynyrd= Rose
Bret Michaels = Thorn.
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