We get it. Pamela Anderson is allergic to wearing pants. I understand this. I even understand that she has to wear a coochie hugger during her act with that big gay magician fellow. But she should really check her shit before she exits her dressing room. I know that when I’m about to leave the house in a shiny leotard, I check to make sure my crotch area doesn’t look like a stale triple-decker turkey sandwich. It usually does and that’s why I never wear my shiny leotard in public anymore. Pammy should do the same. Or at least get one that doesn’t smother her vagina. The thing has been through enough! We should really throw a telethon for that traumatized snatch.
Below is Pamela Anderson in Amsterdam with Hans Klok. You might be wondering where the scratch on her ass came from in the first thumbnail. It came from her dried up labia lips trying to scratch their way out of that leotard.