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Here’s what Hugh Hefner received for his 82nd birthday this year: one bottom, one pair of breasts, one vagina and one naked Pamela Anderson. The first three gifts were made of chocolate. Pammy was not chocolate although she was carrying a chocolate birthday cake. Thoughtfully, she also threw in a nude lap dance for Grandpa Playboy who has put her in his magazine 13 times.
So how did your birthday festivities compare to all that? Mine, not so well but more about that later. I have more to tell you about Hef’s birthday gifts.
The genius chocolate body part idea was born when his ‘girlfriends’, Holly, Bridget and Kendra each decided to have their best feature re-created for Hef in chocolate. Can you believe none of them gave him a chocolate brain?
“My best physical feature is my vagina,” drawled Holly earnestly to the camera, there to capture it all for their reality show, “and it’s probably Hef’s favourite so I just feel my vagina should be preserved in chocolate.” We all feel that way, Holly. We do.
Next up was Kendra. “I moulded my ass, so I could call it a ‘chocolate starfish’” she explained. “It was white chocolate, and I put a dark chocolate little thing in the middle.”
Rounding up the trinity of choc-bits, Bridget reasoned to the others: “If you’re going to do your butt and you’re going to do your vagina, maybe I should do my boobs”. And she did.
In an astonishing stroke of luck, the visit to the chocolate shop and Hef’s birthday party co-incided with the season five US premiere of their reality show The Girls Next Door. I found the clip on youtube last week and it made my weekend.
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(lower case) s - I'm a sneaker as well (usually choccie biccies)
Mia - I could not stop laughing at this - the 'martyr' syndrome is quite rampant within the generations of females in my family especially around birthday time, he he.
I think my partner could debrief with your husband. I often end up doing spontaneous bursts of house cleaning when he is out doing a long bike ride on saturday mornings. I 'subconsciously' end up speaking very loudly on the phone when friends ring on Sat arv and ask what I have been up to that day... "Weeeellll, this morning, i didn't do toooo much. B was out for a long ride until 11.00 so I just looked after M (3yr old), took her to the park for a bit, THEN did a few loads of washing AND cleaned the house."
that's interesting you mention "being able to do what you want when you want it", S. i often think about that... it's kind of ironic that we spend so much of our younger days wanting this "absolute freedom", and then we have kids, and we lose it all again! even just to have a cookie, i'm like sneaking out to have it so the kids won't see! :) and the most bizarre part is how willingly and happily we embrace this complete loss of freedom...