Seeing Pamela Anderson funbags pop out of her dress is something of a local celebrity ritual. Not quite as regularly occurring as say Halloween or Easter, but very very close. I suppose that might be related to having XL boobtastic, no bra, and low cut sheer dresses and tops when cruising the Chateau in the evenings. If a man dressed that risky on the bottom in public, he'd likely be arrested. And thank god for that. As for Pamela Anderson, seeing her MILFy famous puppies popping out in front of seventy-five cameramen, well, that's something altogether more pleasant, even if we've seen them before.
For all the jokes we make about Pam, we remember our Prime Directive for sextastic celebrity skin, and she certainly has served that up over the years. In that respect, we applaud Pam and her wardrobe choices, malfunctioning as they often do. I'm hardly complaining. Good show! Enjoy.