20ish years ago1980's: a pretty awesome & hot lead singer for the kick-ass hair metal band Poison.
Present Day: a giant tool-bag who doesn't know how to age well, whose best friend is his right hand, and still thinks he is 20 years old and can get all the girls he wants. we'll just call it a mid-life crisis.
Present Day: a giant tool-bag who doesn't know how to age well, whose best friend is his right hand, and still thinks he is 20 years old and can get all the girls he wants. we'll just call it a mid-life crisis.
Zach: look, it's Bret Michaels.
Robin: what a shame. he used to be so cool
Zach: yea too bad he's a giant toolbag now.
Robin: what a shame. he used to be so cool
Zach: yea too bad he's a giant toolbag now.
by RouxRoux October 21, 2008
Lead Vocalist Of Poison. Poison is a heavy metal band established in the late 1980's. Bret Michaels also stars on the VH1 hit show, Rock Of Love.
Ashley-"Hey, did you see Rock Of Love last night?"
Rachel-"Yeah! Bret Michaels was looking pretty damn hot."
Rachel-"Yeah! Bret Michaels was looking pretty damn hot."
by Teala007 August 2, 2007
A pathetic, bald, talentless, spray-on tanned, middle-aged ass clown who is the lead singer of the 80's glam rock band Poison. The only reason he is able to make a living is because there are equally pathetic forty-somethings who seem intent on re-living the "good old days" of hairspray and crappy music.
by Joseph N Marks August 17, 2007
A day in the life of Bret Michaels.
Drink to 4 am on a Sunday morning. Walk home when the taxi doesn't arrive. Rest for a few hours. Get breakfast at 1 pm. Gamble a little. Then randomly hit up the strip club at 2 pm for a minimum of 3-hours. (I can't emphasize 'randomly' enough)
Wearing a Duke lacrosse t-shirt is optional but recommended.
At da club, when asked if you'd like a private dance, simply reply, "Not on Sundays."
Throw in a fist pump or two.
Make sure your bumper has been hit by a 3-tone car with expired tabs prior to leaving the parking lot.
This concludes a Bret Michaels Sunday
Drink to 4 am on a Sunday morning. Walk home when the taxi doesn't arrive. Rest for a few hours. Get breakfast at 1 pm. Gamble a little. Then randomly hit up the strip club at 2 pm for a minimum of 3-hours. (I can't emphasize 'randomly' enough)
Wearing a Duke lacrosse t-shirt is optional but recommended.
At da club, when asked if you'd like a private dance, simply reply, "Not on Sundays."
Throw in a fist pump or two.
Make sure your bumper has been hit by a 3-tone car with expired tabs prior to leaving the parking lot.
This concludes a Bret Michaels Sunday
by Original Member of the Bret Michaels Sunday March 3, 2008