I hope that someday in the future, after the apocalypse, when the alien archaeologists discover the Earth’s ruined wastelands and try to make sense of what happened to the people of this planet, they find only this clip from Rock of Love 2, and must draw their only conclusions about our species by watching wasted anorexic Jessica in the sparkly gold bikini barf all over a mansion, then try to plant a hot, wet, vomity kiss on an old rocker guy in eyeliner and strange clothing. I seriously love this show. And I’m sorry to say this, Flavor Flav, but you’re no longer the best worst thing on television.