This week, we get to start off with Pam talking, again, about PETA. She's always been interested in animal rights (ugh), even before she was famous. According to her at least, so I guess if you believe everything she says (which I don't really), then she's pure animal activist. Anyways, Brigitte Bardot and Pam became good friends through animal welfare or whatever, and, bam, right out of the gate Pam is in France. I think? The trip is so interesting that the segment lasts an entire minute! But, seriously, like there's shit to do in France anyways.

Following some retarded segment, I think which was intended to show that Pam is a good mother (to one of her sons) it's time for Pam's weekly meeting about the progress of her home-building project. Wait, scratch that. Pam is making out her will with no fewer than 4 people around her. The bulk of her shit will go to her kids and her parents I think. She also wants her kids to have property of her trademark and memorabilia and shit. And that makes perfect sense. You know what I want? Millions of naked pictures of my mom, especially that I can sell to a bunch of old perverts. Rest in peace mom, these creepy old dudes will definitely respect your legacy.

Up next on the whirlwind tour that is meeting people who basically work for Pam is her manager, Peter, 1/2 of the dynamic duo Peter and Gordon who wrote and performed the hit song...uh...well you can be damn sure that they did write some hits. Because he's a hot-shot manager now. And he lives down the street from Pam! How convenient. He does some rambling about what a manager does, which is great if you're incompetent. Which I am. So, seriously, it was great to learn. Also, Pam tells us he used to manage Courtney Love and James Taylor too, so I guess he's managed a...MOTLEY CREW! Hiyo!

Dude, I think Courtney needs you right now.

After some more boring stuff with Peter, Pam takes either her kids or one of her kids to the Playboy Mansion. So that's two Hef appearances in in two weeks. After a plethora of double entendres (including while her child/children are around) Pam makes a comment about how cute the monkeys are (they're looking at the monkeys obvs) but it's also sad because they're in captivity. I mean, I guess that's why it's sad. She actually just said, "Look at their little hands...it's sad." So maybe she's just concerned about some underdeveloped appendages. Side note: do you think Hef gets sick of all these fucking E! cameras around his place? Seriously Pam, you're doing him no favors.

While still at the mansion, Pam introduces us to some dude who represents a bunch of famous people. Here's the kicker: they're all dead! And he's agreed to represent Pam when she's dead. And he's got big plans for her. It must take some kind of special talent to represent a bunch of dead people who have no contracts and when you can't actually represent them. This is retarded, but it looks like at the end of it Pam agrees that it's pretty ridiculous. Thank God she's at least not into that bullshit, and let's all agree it was totally bullshit.

Scratch that, Pam is a retard. Following that, she has a meeting with Peter and 4 other people who don't say a word. They compare her to Marilyn Monroe (Peter did this earlier too I believe) except that she's alive. Ohh, so that's the difference! I see it now! Anyways, Peter says they should talk to this Mark character (the agent for deados) and get her after-life taken care of. I cannot believe anyone would take this seriously. If this is some sort of satirical portion of the show, then congratulations, you guys got me, because you all seem so retardedly interested in it post-mortem death.

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