Taking responsibility.

I am so fortunate that Green Girl brought this important news to my attention.

VH1 Reality Show Bus Crashes In California Causing Major Slut Spill

Given my love of Rock of Love Bus, I feel partly responsible for this environmental disaster. vh1 transports sluts for my entertainment ... and given my new infatuation with Frank the Entertainer In A Basement Affair, I am guilty as ever.

Yes, it's a reality show where sluts fight for a grown man who lives in his parents' basement.

This woman claims to be 29.

Uh-huh.

Now, I've blogged and obsessed over Rock of Love Bus. And I've even considered getting over my Donald Trumpaphobia to watch Bret Michaels on The Apprentice. But mostly, I'm wishing Bret would hurry up and get another reality show already, because Frank's sluts just aren't slutty enough.
Case in point.

In the meantime, though, I'm going to support sluts and try to keep them out of our waterways and parks. I'm going to try to contain them by offering them one place to shop for their Lucite heels, boob implants, push-up bras, bad weaves, acrylic air-brushed nails, and leopard-print "formalwear."
It's going to be called SlutMart. And I know there's a need for it, because, really?

Where do they get this stuff? Except for the girl in the jeans. She looks normal and somewhat uncomfortable around all those sluts. Maybe she can lead SlutMart's post-slutty halfway house and counseling program.

Photos courtesy of vh1.com. vh1, that channel that used to play videos.