Somebody call my boy “P-Can” from that wild commercial, because Pam Anderson is on some silly MTV Cribs shat.

She just told a reporter that her beach side crib is already over a million dollars over budget.  And I can see why, she also said that she’s lining her pool in platinum tiles.

Which is already crazy.  I mean, who does that?  Oh wait, didn’t Master P (remember that guy?) have that gold and diamond encrusted ceiling in his dining room?  Now that’s just silly on it’s face, but you got to add to it that 1.  she’s dead broke, 2.  too old to make loot off another sex tape and 3.   living in a damn trailer park with her two sons and electrician boyfriend.

Yes, I said electrician, ie. no real loot (hey, I’m talking for a chick that’s been dipped in dollars, no shame in an honest electrician job).  Basically this broad is living off her Tommy Lee child support loot and whatever Joe the Plumber can scratch up.

Anyway, good luck with those geriatric sex tapes, plastic cans and lips and extreme home makeovers.  I look at it this way, at least her electricity will be humming and up to spec like a muf*cka up in that piece once the crib is complete.

- Lake

———————UPDATE——————–

“This here’s my fo-yay” kills me every time.

-Brock