Who has the weirdest hair on The Celebrity Apprentice: the Donald, Rod Blagojevich, or Bret Michaels?
They’re all special in their own way. Bret wears a hat, but his hair is really shiny and silky. I was
going to ask him where he got it, but I was afraid it might actually be real. With Donald, I think it’s his hair and he just combs it over. He doesn’t want to let it go. Blago’s was just crazy thick. It’s wild—you can’t even see any scalp.
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Off-camera, did Blago get all skeezy, like, “Hey, baby girl, ever do it gubernatorial-style?”
No! Please. He knows he’d get hurt if he did. I mean, everything that came out of his mouth seemed planned out, premeditated. It was hard to get a grasp of who he was.
How did it feel to get fired?
I obviously wanted to win for my charity, but it was kind of fun. What’s funny is after Donald fires
you, they ask if you want to speak to a staff psychologist. I cracked up and said, “Where the fuck is my car?” I had a Victoria’s Secret show to go do! Cyndi Lauper said it best: “People, it’s a freakin’ TV show.”
Being a Victoria's Secret Angel, your underwear drawer must be stuffed.
Oh, honey, it’s not just a drawer. I have a giant boudoir of nothing but panties and bras. It’s kind of crazy. What’s your favorite style?
Gulp…all of them. What do you have on now?
I’m wearing this cute mesh G-string with skinny little straps. I like G-strings and boy shorts best. I like boy shorts because they have the butt cleavage, and they leave a little to the imagination. Sexy. Crotchless panties are sexy, though those aren’t getting any use these days. It’s been a long time.
Wait, you’re single?!
Very single, and like I said, it’s been a long time. I’m like a virgin-virgin all over again.
So how can a guy date you?
I like diamonds and all that, but I don’t need that shit. You don’t have to be rich, just driven and
always trying to be better. If you’re striving to be a better man, I’m going to try to be a better woman. Success breeds success. If I’m at work all day and you’re at home scratching your ass watching Jerry Springer, that’s not going to work. Again, you don’t need to be rich, but I don’t want to pay for the trip to St. Bart’s every time.
Give us a crazy poppin’-bottleswith-models moment.
Well, I’ve slowed way down, but a few years back at this party, women were dancing on the tables, and this guy we were with says, “I’m hungry. Let’s fly to Morocco for dinner.” So we went to the airport, boarded a private jet, and took the party to Morocco. We ate dinner and flew right back. Crazy. My dad doesn’t even know that story.
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