Sex tape pioneer, Pamela Anderson, will be featured in her very own reality show on E! Entertainment called Pam: Girl On The Loose. The 12 episode documentary will show the 90’s sex icon’s battle with relationships, motherhood, and Hollywood.
Above you can find a small promo video of what you can expect from the 40 year old Playboy playmate’s reality show compliments of E! Online.
Pam: Girl On The Loose is set to premiere this September.
Yesterday TMZ posted an article in which the credible gossip site reported mega milf Pamela Anderson, who already has two children from a previous marriage, is pregnant with her estranged husband’s baby:
…sources tell TMZ she is now moving forward with the divorce, even though we know she’s pregnant with his baby.
[Rick] Salomon has told friends he believes she is “acting crazy” because of the pregnancy and hopes she will settle back into the marriage. Interestingly, in her divorce petition, Anderson asked for spousal support but not child support.
But today on her personal blog, in which I frequent when ever I want to feel better about my life, the Baywatch babe posted this message:
*Photo Courtesy of JustJared.com
So far no one has been able to decode the mysterious message she posted on her official site, but our best guess is that she’s trying to deny some sort of rumor. Its probably the one about an alleged sex tape (NSFW video download) circulating the internet that supposively features her and her rocker ex-husband Tommy Lee. Those sex tape rumors are always wrong.
Hepatitis C victim, Pamela Anderson, might be more lethal then a study hall class at Virginia Tech, but this video, taken from a paparazzi as Pam was doing a sexy, boob bouncing photo-shoot at the Cannes Film Festival, gives me a perfect reason to lower this razor from my wrist and continue with my goal-less life for at least one more day. Besides, sleeping with Pamela is a much more efficient, and way less messier, method of ending my life then using a machete to play tic-tac-toe on my wrists. Although now that I think of it, the only true requirement for an efficient suicide is a flat line, because a messy ending shouldn’t really matter to me since I’m pretty sure I won’t be the one who’s cleaning off all the blood from my computer screen and my “Stars Are Blind” album cover (I’ll bring it just in case I need a little more incentive to make sure circle gets the square) when my patented “putting the first ‘O’ in the center box” finally pays off, and I’m personally telling Anna-Nicole Smith who the father actually was.
Sure the consequences of sleeping with Pam may be fatigue, marked weight loss, muscle pain, joint pain, intermittent low-grade fevers, itching, sleep disturbances, abdominal pain (especially in the right upper quadrant), appetite changes, nausea, diarrhea, dyspepsia, cognitive changes, depression, headaches, and mood swings (learn to operate a condom kids), but I would gladly carve the pledge of allegiance into my liver using the wrong side of a hunting knife while wearing more black and blue spots on my body then Paris Hilton after her first jail house shower, just to live out the remainder of my pathetically sick, but incomparably patriotic, life with the privilege of knowing exactly what sound a motor boat would make if my lips were it’s engine and Pam’s primmed pets were it’s propellers…Hubabababababa