While not-dressing for an Art Basel event in Miami last night, Pamela Anderson must have figured that she shouldn’t even bother with pants. I mean, she usually has them off by the end of the night anyway, so why not just cut to the chase? She might have the right idea.
Pants really do just get in the way. Whenever you want a quick ass-to-mouth in the back alley way, you always have to worry about zipping down your pants and getting them off. Kills the mood. If you didn’t have them on, you could just pull your chonies to the side and there you go! It’s also easier to get finger banged through dinner without nosy bitches figuring out what’s going on down there. There’s many pluses to not wearing pants. Pammy might be a genius.
In all seriousness, I think her hungry, hungry coochie pet ate her pants in the car. Real talk.
Here’s Pammy looking like a beat down lot lizard who just crawled out of the gutter last night. And I curse the photographer who took the first picture below. I can see the fields of Colombia when I look up her nose.