Victoria Silvstedt looks like someone cut a pop-a-shot basketball and glued it to her chest, occasioanly stopping by her house to spray some bronzer all over her body. And don’t get me started on the over-glossed Red Vines she calls lips.
Here she is entering some sort of party DJ’d by Tommy Lee – which automatically makes it the sleaziest party around. Just living up to the sleaze factor, Victoria has some minor knee injuries. Chances of them being doggy-style rug-burns? 1 : 1.