Manolo says, some one call the coroner.
Manolo loves the shoes!
What we have here is a function of hair color in relation to radius: h = 1/x^2, where h is hair color and x is the distance from the Hef. The higher the value of h, the blonder the hair.
Very lifelike. It’s amazing what the morticians can do these days.
I think the sunglasses are hiding the pennies on his eyes.
When I was a girl I did my best
At the Playboy mansion for all the guests.
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the owner of the big front door
I polished up his knob so carefulee
That now I am the Ruler of Hef’s Navee…
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
– D. Thomas.
Why do they all have smug little grins? It’s as if they’re all thinking, “Ha ha! Did we ever pull on over on you guys!”
Weekend at Heffies indeed. But seriously though, Hef has been dead for years. Or, more precisely, undead. He surrounds himself with vapid cookie-cutter bimbos so you don’t notice when one goes missing after she has been used to slake his vampiric thirst.
The Betty Page shirt/pajama top is a nice touch though.
Has The Hef joined the Evil One in eyeing my tasty brain???
He looks like Mr. Burns in this photo.
Anyone ever seen that horrid movie Weekend At Bernie’s? Meet Bernie……
I can’t wait for his post-mortem photos of his shweenus to come out on Rotten.com or ConsumptionJunction. I wonder if they’ll preserve it and show it in museums like Rasputin’s pecker?
AskMom would also draw attention to the stepford wifeliness of the companions to the great heffiness. Bogus flesh will out itself, be it smooth and taunt or old and loose :)