Here We Go Again

I just tried to watch some of the new Pam Anderson reality show. Hey, I have a penis, sue me.

Surprise surprise: unwatchable. Terrible.

The problem, as usual with these worthless shows, lies in what Anderson herself thinks is worthy of showing on air:

She says there's an image of her in the public and the real her, which is different.

Yes, they are different. One image we actually wanna see - the one of her prancing around naked, huge tits flopping over her head as she gobbles up as much dick as humanly possible, zebra loincloth digging into her cameltoe like myself into a Pat's cheesesteak. The other one, the..."real" Pam? Nobody gives a shit. Wow, here's Pam food shopping! WOW!!! She's SO normal! Look, she just saved all the animals in the world! Yaaaaay!

Pam. We wanna see your tits. Period. Before this stupid show at least we could view you as some sort of on-high successor to Marilyn sex icon; now you're no higher on the fool chain than Flavor Flav or the Kardashians. Congratulations.