Pamela Anderson was at Revolution nightclub wearing a simple white shirt with no bra and bright orange shorts. Apparently, trying to live her dream of being a Hooters girl. You can tell people felt embarrassed for her because there’s a guy lifting up her pants to cover whatever 40-year-old horrors lie beneath. If this thing was at the same club as me, I’d throw my hands up in the air and leave. I didn’t pay 20 bucks to watch a haggard bimbo shake her fake saggy tits. I paid 20 bucks to buy $8 dollar watered down alcohol and watch cock teases dance. The night is supposed to end in sexual frustration not mental castration. Hey, that rhymes. I’m awesome.