I may not be qualified to reach this conclusion, but why in the hell is Hugh Hefner celebrated as a man of taste and sophistication?
Would the same be said of Charles Nelson Reilly if he hung out in some mansion with a bunch of Playgirl models?
I have no problem with Hef's lifestyle, but as for his taste ...
Clearly big plastic tits aren't my thing, but these gals are so synthetic I don't see how they're attractive to the man with an allegedly discriminating eye. Must be some fascinating conversations they have, particularly when James Caan and Jan Michael-Vincent join in (the Playboy Mansion also serves as a haven for washed-up actors).
Hey, is that Lyle Waggoner hanging out in the grotto?
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