And here’s Hepatitis C-free pristine blossom Pamela Anderson looking like Peg from Lady and the Tramp while partying on New Year’s Eve with drag queen Elaine Lancaster and photographer David LaChapelle at Ultra Lounge at the Viceroy in Miami. Bitch is looking broke off and dozed off and I don’t know if she wants to take a nap in somebody’s lap or have an intimate conversation about love and dreams with that delicious glass of booze (see: picture 1 in the gallery).
This is pretty much how I spent my New Year’s Eve too. Only I guzzled from a plastic cup full of pink wine from Target instead of a glass flute full of champagne. And instead of partying with a drag queen, I partied next to a farting dog. And I wasn’t at some club in Miami. I was in a living room in Denver wishing that the local weed shop delivered late at night because I needed more of the good shit to deal with staring at Jenny McCarthy’s albino predator-looking ass on TV. But other than that, same!